Everyone looks at Reed, and he glances around the space as if he’s confused as to why people are staring at him.
“What?”
“Where is Wren again?” Mads asks Reed.
“She’s still in Milan, why?” Reed asks.
“So, that’s…” Zeb counts hours on his fingers. “Eight hour time difference?”
Reed nods. “Yeah. Why?”
“They’re trying to figure out if you’ll make it on time to soundcheck or if one of them needs to stop by your trailer and get you,” Andi explains.
“I’ll get him,” Zeb says.
“I’ll be fine, guys,” Reed says. “I’ll be up at sunrise to talk to Wren. I’ll be there.”
“Don’t fall back asleep,” Zeb tells him.
However, Reed waves him off. “I’m good.”
“I have to go take care of some things before the morning,” Stella says, standing. “Please listen to your very capable bodyguards,” she tells them. “The headlining band will be doing their soundcheck before you, then you’re up. Be on time. This is serious. Avie isn’t here yet to give you the morning wake-up brigade like usual. Don’t embarrass me.”
“We’ll be there, Stells,” Mads says.
“Yeah, pinky promises.” Reed holds up his finger, and each band member latches their pinkies onto his to swear they’ll be there.
She eyes them. “I’m trusting you,” she says before walking away.
“Night, Stella!” Reed yells after her. “Hey.” Reed nudges Bonnie. “Want to crash Foster’s livestream tonight?”
Bonnie grins. “Hell yeah, man. Didn’t he say it was a onesies stream?”
“Pajamas, gaming, and metal.” Reed laughs. “Perfect. Zeb, you in?”
“Sleep, dude,” Zeb says, standing. “I’ll catch you fuckers in the A.M.”
Reed leans closer to Bonnie as Zeb leaves them for the night. “I think he’s chatting with someone.”
“Nah, that’s not it,” she disagrees. “His youngest sister is here somewhere. I think he’s stalking her to make sure she doesn’t sleep with some random dude.”
“Shit,” Mads groans. “He’ll be in fucking jail tomorrow.”
I peer toward Kade, and he nods his understanding.
“I have him,” Kade says confidently.
“I’ll go to Foster’s with you two,” I say to Reed and Bonnie.
“Guess that means you’re with us, Liam,” Andi says as she and Mads get up to leave, grabbing the picnic blankets withthem. “You can go back to your trailer and take a nap if you want,” she adds.
Liam chuckles. “I might.”
Their voices fade from earshot as they disappear, leaving Reed, Bonnie, and me. Bonnie jumps onto Reed’s back, and I laugh quietly at the pair when we descend into darkness toward the trailers.
He finally places her back on the grass, and they high-five, Reed telling her he’s going to get his pajamas and meet her at her trailer in five. The entire exchange is muffled in my ears because all I can think about is the fact that I might finally get her alone and hopefully figure out why the hell she’s avoiding me.
“—five minutes,” Reed says. “You can time it.”
