Toxic pullsinto the parking lot of the venue where the Hunks are set to perform at. After spending a few days with my family, we decided to come back to the show together and live out of the RV for as long as we can.
Elliot tagged along and will ride back with Bianca’s family, because apparently, despite what happened between them, they’re super close.
Which brings me hope, because if they can forgive him, maybe they can forgive me too.
Anxiety floods me, but I no longer feel as guarded as I once had. The path to redemption isn’t easy, but it’s there. I just have to take the first step.
More than one brow raises as we exit the RV, but there are no hostile glares, which is a step in the right direction.
Armando jogs over, arms outstretched and ready for a hug. “It’s good to see you again,” he tells me with a squeeze. “It’s been too quiet around here without you.”
“Yeah, I totally can’t allow that,” I tell him.
“Are you still trying to hide your pregnancy?” He looks down at my enormous belly. “Because you’re not doing a good job.”
“Hey,” Toxic takes a menacing step toward Armando. “Watch your mouth.” He looks over at me. “Would you like me to beat him senseless?”
“No, not for telling the truth,” I say with a giggle.
Elliot exits the RV with Chewbarka in hand. “If you could point me in the direction of my ex-fiancé, I would much appreciate it.”
Armando gestures to the bus.
“You want to come with?” Elliot asks.
“I suppose I should, but first I need to speak with Slay.”
Slay scowls when he sees me approaching.
“Hey, Slay…”
He points an emphatic finger at me. “I heard it was you who turned me brown.”
“Yeah, that was me.”
He smirks. “Fuck, you got me good.”
I exhale a relieved breath. “It won’t happen again.”
“I take it we’ll be seeing you around more?”
“More than you’d probably like to.”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me.”
“Thanks for not pitching a fit.”
“The way I figure it, I’m in your debt. If you hadn’t helped with the Priest situation, Carl could have lost the Hunks. And I’m sure you know most of us have no where else to go.”
“I’m happy I was able to help.” I look over at the bus. “And if you’ll excuse me, I have more apologies to make.”
As I walk away, he calls out, “Congrats on the baby.”
“Thanks!”
I rejoin Elliot, who is handing off Chewbarka to Bianca’s mom. “Let’s get this over with.”
We enter the bus, which looks the same except for a big tent in the middle of the aisle.
