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“Something along those lines.”

“Man, the look on Wolf’s face when he showed up to move you out was epic. Like, don’t fuck with me I’m here for my boy, epic.”

Boy? Did he know? “Yeah, umm.” Words were just…gone.

“Spit it out, Tony.”

Before I had a chance to decide whether or not to share that private part of our relationship, Wolf walked in and I ran right to him. His open arms were ready to squeeze me tight. “Everything okay, Little Wren?”

“Yes, Daddy,” slipped out and I buried my face in his chest.

Chuckling, he kissed the top of my head. “No worries, sweetheart. You can call me Daddy whenever you want.”

Yeah except now I had to deal with the teasing I knew awaited me.

“I just came in to give you this,” he slid a ring on my thumb. “It’s a spinner ring. That way you don’t unravel your shirt when you’re overwhelmed.” Had anyone ever paid this much attention to what I did?

That’s an easy question to answer—no, they didn’t.

“Thank you.” I spun it a couple of times, the instant relief was quite surprising.

“You’re welcome. I’ve got a few things for you to use while we’re on the road, I’ll show you tonight.”

“You think of everything.” And he thinks of me. I’d seriously lucked out finding Wolf.

“That’s what Daddy’s do, we take care of our boys. It’s sterling so you only have to take it off when you want to.” I spun it around my finger again, loving how it felt having it there. “All better, Little Wren?”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy, much better.” It was like having a special toy spinning around my finger. I don’t know if it was the calming effect from spinning it, the fact that it was a gift from Daddy or a combination of both, but I already felt better.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll meet you at the truck after practice. If anything changes…”

It was hard not to roll my eyes. “I’ll text you.” Not replying is a mistake I’ll never make again. Nothing bad came of it, only good, but I didn’t like how worried I’d made him. Daddy deserves better than that and so far he’s been very good to me.

I drew in a deep breath as soon as the door shut behind him, mentally preparing myself for the incoming razzing as I rejoined my bandmates.

“You’re so lucky,” Tibby shook his head as he plugged in his bass. Witty comebacks wasn’t my strong suit, and I had no idea where to even begin with this.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” Think Tony, think. Something smart assed for sure that makes them laugh and takes the focus off of you.

“Cause,” he shrugged. “You’ve got this hot, older dude who looks at you like you’re the best gift he’s ever got.”

Blink. Blink.

No words.

No smart assed comments, just an actual compliment?

“Seattle’s definitely been the right move for both of us,” Bowie said. “Ready to warm up?”

“Um, yeah.” A quick glance at Claude, usually the jackass of the group, yet he wasn’t paying any attention. Adjusting his stool, checking his sticks. Huh, guess I underestimated them.

“Let’s roll, boy.” Claude hit the bass drum and counted down the intro. “A one, a two, a three let’s go!”

We got through three songs before Pressley called a meeting. “Hey guys, you sounded great and I hate to break that up, but we have a few details to go over before we board the buses Monday morning.” Makes total sense. Honestly, I expected this to have happened already.

“So stoked,” Claude said. “Been waiting for this day.”

“The buses will pick us up here at eight a.m.” We all groaned. “Have no fear, you can take a nap as we head down to Olympia and Vancouver. One bus for the five of us.”