That didn’t leave him much time. Matt wanted a wedding ring on Gina’s finger long before the tour started.
“I’m gonna need my own bus, dude, because Gina’s going with me.”
“Figured as much.” He winked. “Already taken care of.”
Thank fuck.
“How long?”
Brendan just stared at him, his eyebrows squishing together.
“The tour.”
“Three months,” he said, his deep voice unusually soft. “Fifty-six dates over fourteen weeks, and no more than two shows in a row, as per your contract.”
“Yeah, well, okay.”
“Katelyn and I will be there with you.” He squeezed his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go home.”
The club was already vibing when they descended the grand stairs—early for a Wednesday night. Funny how the place held little appeal for him these days. Everything he’d ever wanted was waiting for him at home.
Poor dude.
Teo sat alone at the bar. After learning how Tony did his brother dirty, Brendan comped him a membership, so he wasn’t alarmed to see him, but beyond the bar, on a lounge chair in the corner, sat Luca swapping spit with…
Holy shit! Is that Kevin Cofield?
Yup, sure is.
“What the fuck are they doing in here?”
Looking up from his drink, Teo glanced over to the corner and shrugged. “Isn’t that kind of obvious?”
“What I mean is, how did they get in?” Matt asked, trying to remain calm.
Brendan would blow a gasket if Teo somehow got them in. Axel kept security pretty tight here. There was no way they’d make it past the red double doors.
“I dunno.” And he shrugged again. “They were going to Charley’s.”
“Wanna bet Kevin snuck them in through the kitchen?” A tick appeared in Brendan’s jaw. “Smart-ass kid thinks he knows all the tricks. I’ll handle this.”
That had to be it. The cousins owned both establishments, and Charley’s provided the food served at the club. There was a red-painted service hallway that connected the two.
“Sorry, bro. I had no clue they were gonna do that.” Teo shook his head as they watched Brendan exchange words with his wife’s younger brother. “It’s not like they needed someplace to go.”
That’s right. Kevin had the loft above Beanie’s all to himself now, didn’t he?
“It’s not your fault, T, but they’re not old enough to be in here.” He looked glummer than Kit, and that was saying something. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah.” And then, he perked up. “Hey, Gina tells me you guys are gonna open up a club. That’s pretty cool.”
“You know where Mickey’s Place used to be?” Matt smiled with him when he nodded. “We bought the building. It’s going to be a venue for live music once we’re done renovating it.”
“Food?”
“Of course—on all three levels and a rooftop bar, too.”
“You think maybe I can help run the place when you open, so I don’t have to work with Tony anymore?”
