If I do want to go home, he’ll meet me in Shipwreck, and we’ll crash at Beck’s pool house again.
One of these days, I’ll want to sleep in my own house again.
I’m working up to it.
But right now, we’re still squealing over Tillie Jean’s news and the lights are going down in the arena.
I glance at the structure holding lights up over the stage, and my heart squeezes for the young man Davis was when the band called it quits.
I’ve seen all of his former bandmates except for Cash since he spilled his heart out early Saturday morning, and all three of them looked at me like I was different.
Like they know I know what happened in Denver.
And that they know I know how monumental it is that I know.
Vanessa stopped by to check on me Sunday afternoon, and while Davis was pulling Peggy out of the cat food bag in the laundry room, she told me the reason he never dated was because he didn’t want to trust anyone with all of his secrets.
So thisjust datingthing?
Yeah.
It’s serious.
And it has me grinning the goofiest grin of my life as the stage lights come up, illuminating Aspen on the walkway out into the crowd as she immediately belts out a high note in her latest hit.
“We love you, Aspen,” Tillie Jean yells.
There’s zero chance she heard us—she has those thingies in her ears that I saw videos about on social media that help her stay on beat and protect her hearing at the same time—but she looks down at us and winks before strolling down the rest of the walkway in her opening number.
Annika and Tillie Jean and I sing along to every song, dancing and having the time of our lives, with Annika taking regular pee breaks and Tillie Jean sighing and saying that’ll be her again soon enough.
And then it’s time for the surprise guest of the night.
It’s not actually a surprise though.
It’s always Cash.
He finished all of the promo stuff he had to do for his last movies this past year, and he’s been on the road with Aspen when he hasn’t been working movie premieres.
Davis told me Cash had been missing the road, so when he and Aspen hooked up, it was natural for him to leave Hollywood behind and go with her.
Except that’s not Cash being pushed up out of the stage in the center of the walkway.
I gasp.
Annika grabs my hand.
Tillie Jean grabs my other hand.
And Levi Wilson rises out from beneath the stage in white jeans and a tight blue T-shirt while the crowd absolutely loses their shit.
I twist and turn, looking around. Is Ingrid here? Did she know Levi would be performing?
He hasn’t performed in public since finishing his last tour shortly after they started dating.
Surely she’s here somewhere?—
“Sloane,” Tillie Jean shrieks.
