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“And the wedding planning is being handled by your mom, correct?”
“Yes. But Andrew—”
“And your phone works, does it not?”
I sighed. I knew where he was going with this, but I answered anyway. “Yes, Andrew, it does.”
He let go of my shoulders. “So, there’s no problem, then.” He smiled cheerfully. “Nothing has changed.”
“But what if there’s an emergency?”
“What if there was an emergency when you were shooting? Would you stop right then and there?”
I glanced at Yasmine then at him. “No.”
Andrew spread his hands wide. “Then nothing has changed.” Andrew looked to Yasmine. “What time are we leaving?”
“Five forty-five—ten minutes,” she said. She looked around at her bandmates. “Or whenever these sacks of lard can get moving.”
“Good, that gives us enough time.” Andrew looked at me. “Do you wanna pray?”
I stiffened and looked around. “Here?”
“Well, maybe not right here, but yeah.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m good. But thanks.”
Andrew watched me for a moment, head tilted to the side and a small frown playing between his brows. Finally, he shrugged. “Alright, well, I’ll see you in a few. I’m gonna go pray.” And with a two-fingered salute, he disappeared.
I turned to Yasmine, who was also watching Andrew. “Damn,” she said. “If I was about a decade younger, I’d tap that in a heartbeat.”
I grit my teeth against wanting to punch her. As the thought crossed my mind, I reared back. Am I jealous? After an assessment of my stance—balled fists, squared-off posture, thought process (I will kill her, I thought), and emotional state—it almost felt like I got a punch to my own gut. I am jealous. Shit.
I didn’t know what to make of that.
As Yasmine predicted, we were on the road in ten minutes. Somehow, the band was able to rouse themselves enough to put their equipment on the bus and drag themselves up the bus stairs. Andrew bounced onto the bus while I practically fell on, dragging my appendages. Once we were all on, Danny closed the door and started the engine.
“Danny, you are a godsend,” Jean Lee said from the kitchenette. She raised a fist in salute.
“Danny, Danny,” someone slowly chanted. The voice grew in energy. “Danny, DanNY.”
It caught on. “DANNY, DANNY!”
Soon, the whole bus was chanting. “DANNY! DANNY!”
Danny rolled his eyes and pulled out of the parking lot. I’m sure the neighbors couldn’t hear anything, but inside the bus, the band members created a ruckus.
“DANNY! DANNY!”
“YOU DA MAN, DAN!”
“FUCK YEAH!”
“DANNY’S THE SHIT, BRO!”
“HAVE MY BABIES, DANNY!”
“Alright, alright,” he grumbled, pressing a smile from his lips. “Calm the fuck down back there!”
