“Hey, I want you to listen again after Reed lays down his vocals,” Mads says to me, leaning against the soundboard. “See if there’s anything you want to add for the album track.”
“Does this mean I’m free until later?” I ask.
He chuckles. “This means the three of you need to get the fuck out,” he says jokingly to us. “I need this guy focused—not that he can’t do it with you three, but I need the H in his ADHD to hyper-fixate on this.”
“Believe me when I say that’s already happening,” Wren tells him.
Mads grins at her. “Maybe. But I do think we’ll be here a while.”
“Heard.” I stand up and reach a hand out to Andi. “So about that date.”
Andi laughs. “Are you inviting the big hunk at the door, too?” she asks, joining me.
“Depends on who this one has tailing her today,” I say with a look at Wren.
The redhead glances between us. “Oh, the date includes me?”
“We’re a throuple now. You’re the distraction. Andi is the getaway driver. I’m the thief,” I say. “You in?”
“Criminal activity and a donut date? It must be my birthday,” Wren says, and even though the words sound sarcastic, she’s genuinely smiling at us.
I chuckle and kick Zeb. “You coming?”
Zeb’s gaze shifts awkwardly toward Wren, and he clears his throat. “I think I’m going to take a nap,” he says. “Maybe cuddle the pups,” he adds about Wren and Andi’s dogs who are snuggling together on the massive sectional couch in the living room area.
“Mhm,” Wren mutters, glaring at him. “Anita has instructions to bite your balls off.”
Zeb scoffs. “She also had instructions to bite Reed, and now she sleeps on his feet at night,” he sounds off.
Wren presses her lips together in a thin line, then takes her phone out. “How far are we going?” she asks me. “I’m sure I have goons outside that would love to get out of their cramped car,” she adds in a tired tone.
“Bon, make sure to let Gemma know you’re going somewhere with Wren’s security,” Mads suggests. “Stay on her good side.”
I smirk at him to hide my nerves, reaching for my phone in my back pocket. “There are other ways to stay on her good side, but I’ll play nice because you asked.”
He huffs amusedly. And while Andi and Wren tell their husbands they’ll see them later, I take a look at my phone for the first time since breakfast.
UNKNOWN
I’m still thinking about the way you taste.
Will you come like that for me again, rockstar?
I gulp the lump in my throat, my neck heating.
Because I’m wondering the same thing.
I don’t text my stalker back. I can’t. I can’t wander into the rabbit hole that already has me so confused and dizzy that I’m not sure which way is up.
My thumb quickly taps back and over to Gemma’s number. I haven’t texted her yet, and the thought of opening up this thread has me both anxious and hopeful.
She’s good for you. A healthy distraction.
Hey. It’s Bonnie. I’m going down a few blocks to get donuts with Andi and Wren. Thought you might want to tell the beast you have watching the door.
Gemma texts back almost immediately.
GEMMA
