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I snort out loud on that one and shake my head into the pillow.
Me:Uh-huh. Cuz you totally let her get any of that.
Rex:Oh, she always gets it. Whenever she wants it.
Rolling my eyes, I send a goodnight text to the man that helped make Aria a better version of herself and I ignore the ping of jealousy that knocks on my rib cage.
Because that’s something I’ll never have.
Chapter Nine
Fin
“Youcoming?”
Looking up from the carafe in my hands, the lid held tipped back with my thumb pressed into the little dip on the handle, I raise a brow at the long-haired lead singer that’s only a little bit jealous I got on stage with another band.
It was all in fun.
“The fuck I wanna get breakfast with you for?” I snort and blow into the steaming brew before sipping a scolding hot drink that burns all the way down to my stomach. “This ain’t no date shit. I’m not doing the walk of shame for you, Rex.”
The man in mention snorts even though he scowls and slings his gig bag strap over his shoulder. “Not a walk of shame, Newb. An invite to come with.”
“To a random hotel where your girlfriend stayed last night?” I’m already shaking my head and lifting the carafe back up in the direction of my caffeine-deficient lips.
It’s too early for this shit.
“My wife—”
“She’s not your wife yet, horse hoof.” Mac bounds into the space from the back of the bus, his bandana wrapped around his flailing bicep instead of his head and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He’s sweaty already and missing his shirt. “There’s still time for baby girl to come to her senses.”
Rex’s resounding growl pulls a chuckle out of his twin, who dips just out of the vocalist’s reach when he swings a fistful of knuckles. “My ‘soon-to-be’wife.”
“It’s called a fiancé,” I correct from behind my makeshift mug with a smirk and sip the steaming lifeforce as the twins begin to rumble around the cabin, eliciting more laughter from Mac. “At least we know she’s not after your brains.”
“Fuck both of you.” Rex lands a thudding jab on Mac’s torso, which is followed by anoomphfrom the younger of the two, if only by a minute or so, and another round of laughter is filling the air.
“No thanks,” I say, but I’m drowned out by the antics of the brothers that arefrom the same mother who end up head-locking each other like this is some kind of grappling match.
It doesn’t take long for As Above’s head of security to recognize the amount of noise coming from the cabin and come stomping inside to pull the twins apart, fully prepared to whoop some asses.
And whoop ass Ian does.
At some ungodly height and muscles for days, the head of security commands your attention with just one look that has even me sitting just a little taller in my seat.
Only a little bit.
“Seriously.” It’s not a question off of Ian’s lips, but a roll of the eyes and a snatch of both twin’s scruffs.
Ian’s been with the band long enough to assume the clearly unwanted role of band ref turned twin mediator only for the antics to return the moment his back is turned.
“What?” Rex huffs and steps back to cross his arms over his thick chest while his brother squirms against the hold of the man that’s the closest thing to a dad I’ve seen these two have.
“He started it.”
“Jesus,” Ian sighs into the shake of his head and plants Mac on the couch beside me with enough force that the cushions puff up on my side. “Could you two for fucking once stop fighting?”
“Never,” Mac declares, his middle finger raised in the direction of his twin, who fires a set right back.
