“Well, we can’t have that,” I say quietly. “I don’t like sexually frustrated Tate nearly as much as sated Tate.”
“No?” He cocks his head. “What do you plan to do about that?”
“I’m not going to do anything,” I murmur sweetly. “You, however, need to put down that cup of coffee and take me to bed.”
Chapter 21
Tate
It’s been just over a week since I left Summer in New York and now I’m waiting for her at the airport in Nashville. We have a gig tonight, we’re off tomorrow, and actually have another gig on Tuesday, so she’ll get to see us play twice. And she’s not flying out until late in the day on Wednesday, so we’ll have half of today and two full days together before she has to go.
The two days I spent in New York went well.
We talked. A lot. About everything.
I got to see Tricia and the gang at the nursing home, played for them again, and this time someone took video that they put on social media—and it went viral. So the band is getting a ton of hits online, and the general consensus is that it’s sweet. A few assholes have something to say about me just trying to get attention but whatever. I’m not going to address that kind of nonsense.
“Summer.” I call her name and she runs straight to my arms. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi.” She looks up at me, her eyes shining.
She looks so much healthier now. The dark circles beneath her eyes are gone, and though it doesn’t appear that she’s gained any weight, at least she’s not looking gaunt. She told me she’s sleeping better and hasn’t thrown up since I was there, so I’m just happy she’s doing better.
I press my lips to hers, drinking her in.
Still as gorgeous as ever, and I’m excited about introducing her to the other girls. She’s met the rest of the band and they’re excited to see her too.
“Look what I brought,” she whispers, like it’s a big surprise.
She’s carrying a huge shopping bag, and I gape at her.
“Tell me there’s pie in there.”
“Six of them.”
“You are going to be so popular with the crew.”
She laughs. “As long as I’m popular with you.”
“That’s a given.” I take the shopping bag from her and we walk toward the exit hand-in-hand. “You didn’t check a bag?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “My little crossbody purse is in with the pies and it’s summer—I don’t need a lot of clothes for two days.”
“You don’t need any clothes, as far as I’m concerned.”
She chuckles. “Really? Because I don’t think I’ll be too popular with the other girls if I show up to your gigs naked.”
“Technically, I don’t care what they think, but yeah, it might be a little uncomfortable.”
“So, uh, everyone knows I’m pregnant?” she asks quietly.
“I had to tell them. Angus already knew, and I couldn’t ask him to keep a secret from Ryleigh. Besides, I want you to get to know everyone and starting off with secrets and lies isn’t healthy. For any of us.”
“Okay.”
“Look, everyone is cool. The guys remember and like you, and they’re in love with your baking skills. The ladies are sweet, so they’ll give you a chance regardless.”
“Okay. I trust you.”
