The rest of the gang messaged too, mostly thank-you, sweet words, the occasional“how did the night end?”Yeah… not replying to those. Just thinking about it makes me blush.
Honestly, I was convinced Remi had been avoiding me. I thought he was getting tired of me. And I worried May would drop me the second I insisted on playing Scriabin.
Turns out I was wrong on both counts.
Verywrong.
Remi’s just as hooked on me as I am on him.
And May? She’s going to have to lower her commission like we agreed, whether she likes it or not.
I grin to myself, picturing how I’ll tell my parents.
Maybe the concert’s success will help the rest of what I have to say go down a little easier.
I’m not naïve, it won’t be smooth sailing. But I don’t think they’re homophobic.
They might even suspect already. It’s been three years since Maddie, and I haven’t mentioned a single girl since.
Speaking of suspicion… there’s a message from Ian.
He’s apologizing for missing the concert and casually inviting me out for a drink.
Just the two of us.
My first reaction isn’t about Ian at all, it’s about Remi.
The way he acted around him: short, clipped answers, barely a glance. Totally out of character.
Holy crap. He wasjealous.
The realization hits, and I can’t help grinning like an idiot.
Remi being possessive? Yes, please.
I know it’s probably not the healthiest reaction, but something about it is wildly hot.
I’m not proud. Just honest.
For a split second, I’m actually tempted to say yes to Ian.
Just to see how Remi would react.
Almost.
But let’s be real, I’m no better.
I’d absolutely lose it if someone so much as looked at Remi the wrong way.
Ian can wait.
Right now, I tap May’s name and hit call.
She picks up on the first ring, like she’s been lying in wait.
“Sebastian Arnette?!” she screeches. “So youdoremember how to use a phone! Where the hell did you vanish to last night?!”
Yep. She’s furious.
