And me?
I grin so wide my face nearly breaks.
Delaney’s lemonade sloshes as her jaw drops. “No way. They’re backnow?”
“Oh, yes way,” I say, enjoying her shock far too much. “Awesome, right?”
Because out from behind the coffee tent, as if they teleported straight out of a poster, comes the band.
Roman with his guitar slung low, Creed in sunglasses he absolutely doesn’t need, Ezra smiling softly, and Sloane waving at the crowd from the side of the stage, looking glad to be home.
Wild Reverie.
Big as ever.
Louder than ever.
Home.
The crowd loses its damn mind.
People clap, hoot, take pictures. The triplets scream because they think any loud noise means celebration. Sadie grabs Micah’s hand and jumps excitedly.
I glance at Delaney.
Her eyes are wide and wet and so full of joy that it knocks the breath out of me.
Roman steps up to the mic, flashes a grin that belongs on magazine covers.
“We missed you idiots,” he cries.
The crowd roars.
“And we’re here for somefun!” Creed jumps in.
Ezra only smirks. “Don’t blame us if your kids lose their minds.”
Someone yells, “We love you!”
Someone else yells, “Play your newest song!”
All I notice is that the look on Delaney’s face could power the entire state. Her friends, right? I’m assuming since she was staying at their place. Plus, the look on her face says it all.
The band launches into a stripped-down version of one of their hits. The square transforms. People sway. Kids climb on their parents’ shoulders. Ivy’s men are pretending not to love it. Pickle is barking in rhythm.
And Delaney?
She’s glowing.
She knows every lyric, mouth forming the words silently, hands curled at her chest joyfully.
I step closer without thinking.
“You okay?” I ask.
She laughs breathlessly. “I haven’t seen them in months. I didn’t know they’d be back so soon.”
“You like them that much?”
