“Then Chip’llcall me.” Train reached for my phone, setting his finger on top of it. “What doyou wanna do, Wart?”
I wrinkled mynose, flipping it over so the screen was facing the table and Train nodded,leaning back in his seat. “Wise choice, beautiful.”
“All of this ison my shoulders, Nash.”
“So you’vesaid.”
“Well, then ifit all goes tits up, I’m the one who has to answer to the label.”
“Baby, we’remore than halfway through the tour and it’s going better than even you thoughtit would, so at some point, don’t you think you have the right to relax a bit?”
“If I relaxright now, the world blows up, Train,” I breathed out. “I’ll relax on Augustthirtieth.”
Augusttwenty-ninth was our last show in Savannah and Harmony, Jaxon, and the kidswere meeting me at Lyric and Doom’s on the thirtieth for a much-needed familyget-together. We were all staying at Lyric and Doom’s historic home for a week,and I couldn’t wait.
His expressionwent blank, and I cocked my head. “What?”
“Nothing, baby.”
“You’re comingwith me, right?”
“You haven’texactly invited me,” he reminded me.
“Consider thisme asking.”
He tapped hisfingers on the table. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because Doom’sa brother and you and I aren’t public.” He raised an eyebrow. “I was understrict instructions not to fuck you but didn’t waste any time breakin’ thatrule. Pretty sure your sisters aren’t gonna want me anywhere near you… orthem.”
“I’m a grownwoman who can choose who I bring into my bed.”
“I don’t thinkanyone’s debating that fact, Melody. But let’s wait and see how the rest of thetour goes and revisit the topic, yeah?”
“You want towalk away after all this,” I hissed quietly.
“Didn’t saythat.”
“Yeah, you kindadid,” I argued.
“Jesus, no Ididn’t.”
Marigold arrivedwith our food, cutting off any further conversation, and I took the distractionto shut down.
I was fallingfor this man, and it was obvious he didn’t feel the same way, so I needed toseparate the sex from the emotions. Actually, what I needed to do was shut downthe sex altogether. It was fucking with my heart.
Train was right.We had less than three weeks left together, and I couldn’t risk fucking up thewhole thing by letting emotions muddy the waters.
I needed toprotect my heart. No one else would do it for me.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna eat?”he asked.
“Iameating.”
