“I’m meeting someone tonight.”
Travis raised a brow. “You're supposed to be keeping a low profile.”
The guy was as bad as Mama Aimee, but she’d kept him out of trouble. Maybe she would finish out the tour with him so he didn’t mess up again. He would love the company, too. “They’re coming to my suite.”
The brow rose higher. “They?”
“It’s a music thing.”
His gaze darkened, turning serious. “Everything okay? You can tell me. And not only because I signed the NDA.”
Nash appreciated the guy’s concern. “I can honestly say things are better than they’ve been in a long while.”
“Are you getting sprung from lock-up?”
Nash grinned. “No, for the first time, I’m happy I’m in Quinn Valley.”
Otherwise, he would have never met Ivy.
Travis shook his head. “Okay, cut the bull. What’s her name?”
Nash laughed. That turned to a groan when he did another rep.
“Your reaction tells me my instinct’s correct, and a woman is involved.”
“Yes, but not in the way you think.” Ivy was attractive, but playing music with her made Nash…content. A way he wasn’t used to feeling. Before arriving in Quinn Valley, he was trying to do or be more. Nothing was ever enough, including himself. “It’s not romantic if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“So you’re friends?”
Were they? Nash wasn’t sure.
“It’s…” He hated to say work because he enjoyed himself too much. “Music.”
“She’s a good influence based on your workout today.” Travis glanced at the clock. “You can stop now.”
Nash did before blowing out a breath.
Travis scratched his face. “This is the first time you haven’t asked to stop early. Or argued when I said no.”
“I’ve turned over a new leaf.” For today at least.
“I’ll wait and see how long it lasts.” Travis smirked. “Or I’ll come up with a challenging routine for tomorrow and find out if today is an anomaly or not.”
“Only if said workout is good for me and will help me recover faster.” Nash laughed at the therapist’s shocked expression. “You may have me figured out, but you’re not too hard to read, either.”
Travis tossed Nash a towel. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Travis laughed. “Have fun tonight.”
Nash wiped the sweat from his face. “I plan on it.”
* * *
An hour later, Nash had showered and dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. These were the closest clothes to his normal style that Shea had packed for him. Casual, yes, but it was summer, and this wasn’t a date.
Though he and Ivy were having dinner.
