Nothing was definitely something. What concerned Matt even more was that he didn’t know what that something could be. When had Kit not come to him with his problems?
“What the fuck is wrong with you lately?”
Ignoring his question, Kit set his bass on its stand.
When he straightened, Matt was waiting right in front of him.
Turning away, Kit shrugged. “I’m just… it feels like I don’t have my brother anymore.”
What? The? Fuck?
“You’re wrong.” Grabbing him, Matt pressed into solid muscle. “I love you, man.”
“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t feel like it.” Kit cocked his head and snickered. “You even fucked Bo but never me.”
“Do you want me to?”
The words just tumbled from his mouth.
“I think I do.”
Shit.
He couldn’t have meant it.
Kit had to be talking out of his ass or something, because where in the fuck did that come from? Except for, perhaps, an accidental groping during group activities, Matt had never known his friend to touch another guy. And fuck one?Never. Hell, the dude plowed through more pussy than all of them put together.
He blamed Courtney for that. Ever since the eighth grade, Kit only knew how to loveher, and then the bitch ripped the rug out from under him in the worst way imaginable. Matt and the boys helped him pick up the pieces as best they could. Being in a band gave him access to willing women. Alotof women. And he’d been numbing the pain inside them ever since.
The last one to leave, he locked the studio behind him and took in a breath of brisk October air. It helped clear his head. Then, feeling lighter, Matt walked home.
He opened the door of his once-empty house and followed the savory aroma of butter and herbs. Bent over the oven in a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved, crop-waisted tee, Gina looked so damn delicious. There was no better feeling in the world—even the stage took a distant second—than coming home to her.
“Hey, bunny.” Gina put the hot pan down, and he wrapped his arms around her middle. “It smells good in here.”
“I didn’t even hear you come in.” And she kissed him. “How’d it go today?”
“We’re recording tomorrow.”
“The demos, right?”
Tucking a wisp of silk behind her ear, Matt nodded. “Yeah.”
“What do they need those for again?”
Gina was always asking questions. Because she was interested, and he loved that she was. It meant she cared.
“So many reasons.” It would take hours to explain it all. “They help them decide who would be the best producer to make the record with us, for one.”
“You don’t get to pick?”
“We have a say,” Matt assured her, squeezing her waist. “And once they get a feel for the album’s vibe, UMG’s marketing team will get busy, too. A lot has to happen between now and when it comes out, so the sooner they can get started, the better.”
“I see.”
She didn’t. Not yet. But she would.
Little did Gina realize that once the hype machine was put into motion, she’d be riding on the crazy train with him.
