“Serious?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Feels like it could be, yeah. We haven’t talked about it.”
“Do I know them?”
Just your best friend.
“How would you know them? Maybe it’s someone from work,” I answer.
“Maybe I should know them, then,” he says.
“Why? So you can rough them up?”
“Yes,” he replies like it’s obvious.
I shake my head at him, thinking of Maddox. “When I find out what it is, I’ll tell you his name.”
“So, it is a guy,” he says, pretending as if he’s writing it down. “Clue number one. Got it. What color is his hair? Can I get a last name?”
I see he has my Instagram pulled up, and I shove him slightly. “Stop looking through my followers,” I tell him. “Mr. Hands.” I almost roll my eyes at him.
“Hey, speaking of hands, I need you to do me a favor at sound check,” he says.
“No,” I say without asking what it is.
“Come on. I need you to video me wrapping my hands around the mic while we practice.”
I nearly slap the back of his head. “You are achild,” I say.
“People will love it,” he replies.
“Get Bonnie to do it,” I tell him. “Maybe you should be practicing your crowd dive instead of what your hands are doing.”
He grins. “I don’t need to practice that,” he says. “It’s adrenaline-fueled. I barely even notice I’m doing it anymore.”
“Do you do that every night?” I ask.
“Not always on the same song. I like changing it up so fans don’t see the same show every night. We had a festival a few months back. I got to climb the light scaffolding.”
“Yes, I saw the photos,” I say, remembering how terrifying it had looked.
“Does it scare you?” he asks.
“The scaffolding picture? Yes.”
“No, I mean when I jump into the crowd, and you’re standing right there.”
I slow my paint strokes. “Yeah,” I admit. “Yeah, because my first instinct is to make sure you’re okay. It’s like watching you jump into those ball pits as a kid.”
“See, I’ve had good training,” he replies.
I purse my lips at him, and he smirks at me through the mirror.
“Have I told you how much I’m glad you’re home?” he asks.
I meet his gaze, noting the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m glad I came home, too.”
We all sleep in until after noon.
