She would make a great detective.
She’s already perfected the “mom stare.”
“Spill,” Bells says, planting her hands on her curvy hips. “The twins asked you to check on me. Didn’t they?”
I shrug. “You know how this goes. We’re all up in each other’s business around here.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I heard you’re banging my uncle.”
“One time.” I hold up a finger, like that will help clarify. “Okay, multiple times, but that only happened last night. Who spilled?”
“The twins were on the bus when Damian woke you guys up.” She grimaces. “Not that I want to hear any more about that. Seriously, minimum details are key here if we want to preserve our friendship.” She laughs. “I’m happy for you. Here’s hopingDeclan gets significantly less pissy. He’s had a constant stick up his ass for months.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Moving on. How are you? I feel like I’ve barely seen you lately.”
“I willingly came on tour with my little brothers.” Bellamy crosses her arms over her chest. “That probably says it all, but I’m hanging in there. I needed a change.”
“Are you at least enjoying yourself?”
“You’re normally busy during Liminal’s show, but have you seen the aerial performance that lines up with their first set?”
I nod. “I’ve caught pieces of it.”
Liminal is the big name on this tour. They have aerial artists that match up to certain songs. It’s incredible to watch their moves match the beat as they hang above the stage. Some of them hang on giant poles, while others perform with hoops or silks. It’s intense but impossible to look away from. Just from watching, it looks dangerous, but the team is highly trained.
It clicks.
Bellamy took after Dexter. She’s big into gymnastics, Pilates, parkour, and anything else that’s a solid physical workout.
“They’re crazy talented,” Bells says, shrugging. “I’ve been hanging around, watching their practices, and I like to catch their performances when Liminal is on stage.”
“That makes sense. I’ve never seen anything like it during a show, but they kill it.”
“I’ve hung around enough that they let me do a trial run on the hoops. I’m working my way up to trusting myself on the poles.” Her cheeks turn faintly pink, and she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “I don’t know. It’s something to pass the time.”
That actually makes a lot of sense. If anyone has the physical strength and stamina necessary to keep up with the caliber of acrobatics the label brought in, it’s Bellamy.
“I won’t rat you out, but I think you should tell the twins. They love you, and they’ve been worried. I bet they’ll be happy you found something to keep busy with.”
“Yeah, maybe, but you’re supposed to be out meeting your adoring fans.” She nods toward the door.
She’s not wrong about that.
I just hope she’s actually enjoying herself on this tour. I’m finally starting to, and I hate the idea of her being miserable.
She laughs, coming over and tossing an arm around my shoulder. “You know, not many women can say they bagged an entire rock band. You should be proud of your vagina.”
I snort. “I’m never going to live that down.”
“Nope. But at least you figured out who you’re truly meant to be with. That’s kind of a gift, in and of itself.”
“Yeah, I’m really happy,” I admit. “Technically, though, I still have to claim Damian.”
“With how sweet you smell, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Bellamy fake gags, and my eyes widen.
Holy shit.
In the rush this morning, I definitely forgot to take my suppressants. I make a mental note to tackle that as soon as I get back to the bus.
