“You betchya.”
I pull her in for another hug as girls around her scream while she returns the hug a little too tightly. Declan taps my shoulder, and I let Cadence go, giving her a final smile, then walk briskly back to the group.
Tillie is smiling so wide that I raise an eyebrow at her.
“What?” I ask, and she links her arm with mine as we continue to walk through the airport.
“Oh, nothing. I just think it’s sweet that you care about your fans like that. Even if that girl is uber creepy, she’s obviously a massive fan, so it’s great you’re making an effort with her.”
“She’s notthatcreepy…” I pause. “Okay, maybe the scrapbook with love hearts around our faces was a little creepy, but it’s all in good fun.”
She shakes her head, giggling. I love her giggle, it makes my cock throb. Man, I wish that bathroom wasn’t occupied on the jet.
Fucking Matt!
“So we’re heading right from here to the local radio station to do a group interview. I don’t want any stupid answers from you lot when we get there. Got it?” Oliver demands as we reach the Hummer.
I can’t help but laugh as Danger ignores him, and Nate and Matt grin mischievously.
“I can’t promise anything,” Matt says.
“I don’t do anything stupid, ever,” Nate quips, making Tillie and me burst out laughing.
“Hey!” Nate chides as we all slide into the back of the Hummer.
The drive to the radio station isn’t far, and on the way, we generally talk about the upcoming schedule, which is really dull. I’m actually feeling a little tired, and I wish we could go straight to the hotel. I’d rather be in bed next to my girl, but we have things to do, promotions to uphold—the life of a rock star and all. So I suck it up and step out of the Hummer to join the rest of the crew at the radio station for our group interview.
The station manager leads us down the hall toward the studio where the interview will take place. “So the interview is going to be live on air, with callers calling in after Gregson has asked a couple of questions. So please, guys, be on your best behavior. Keep the language to a minimum. We don’t need the head of the network on our backs. Okay?” the station manager relays, leading us down the darkened hallway.
I nod as Nate and Matt grin like always, and Danger is zoned out, too busy playing with Lunar’s ass to listen to what’s being said. We step into a giant room that’s surrounded by big glass windows. Inside is a massive desk with soundboards and microphones. At the desk, a man wearing headphones is talking into a microphone, and above the door, a red light is on. The station manager hits a button, and a voice comes over some speakers. We can suddenly hear what the guy—who I’m assuming is Gregson—is saying.
“So coming up after the break… yes, you guessed it… the uber-talented guys from Recoil. Not one, not two, but all four of them are here, waiting in this very studio to take your calls. Right after this break.” Some music plays, followed by the radio station’s theme, then it goes into ads as Gregson takes off his headphones. The light turns green, and the station manager opens the door, gesturing for us to walk in.
“Go in, guys, and take the seats around the desk in front of the microphones. Ladies and Oliver, you can sit on the sofa by the wall,” the station manager tells us.
I squeeze Tillie’s hand as she winks at me, mouthing,Good luck!
Grabbing a seat, I pull it up next to Gregson, who nods to me while the others take their seats and the station manager leaves.
“Well, hey, guys, we don’t have long before the break is over, but I’m going to start by asking a couple of questions, then I’m going to open it up to phone calls. You all good with that?”
Danger seems more alert now that Lunar isn’t in his presence, so I look over at him.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Danger replies.
“Me too,” Matt agrees.
“Whatever,” Nate adds.
I roll my eyes at Nate as Gregson raises an eyebrow. I shake my head slightly while taking a deep breath. Gregson gestures to the headphones on the desk in front of us, so we each pick them up and put them on. I hear someone talking, but I can’t see them as they count us in from the ad break.
“And, we’re back in five, four, three, two…” It goes quiet as the theme song plays, and then Gregson comes in, knowing exactly when, like the pro he is.
“Welcome back, listeners, and do we have a treat for you. I have with me the four members of the hottest band of the moment. Recoil is here. Say hi, guys!”
“Hi,” we all say in unison.
“That’s right, ladies. Fan your fluffies ’cause I’m sitting here right now staring at Danger, Ryan, Nate, and Matt. And I have to tell you, even my heart’s a little jittery.”
