That was it—she lost it. Laughter bubbled out of her, shaking her shoulders as she curled into the couch. She tried to breathe, but every time she looked at his confused, suspicious face another round of giggles hit.
“I’m sorry,” she managed between laughs. “But it was too good to pass up.”
His expression darkened. “Jamie . . .”
“I put bong water in your humidifier,” she fessed up, wiping away a tear.
Clayton stared at her, blinking slowly. For a second she thought he might yell—or worse, plot immediate revenge. But instead he exhaled and nodded.
“Okay. That’s a good prank.”
That caught her off guard. She expected swearing, maybe a threat, but not acceptance.
Before she could gloat he held up a hand. “All right, but let’s agree—no more damage. I still need my vocal cords in one piece, you hear, now?”
Jamie smirked. “Fair enough.” She shook his outstretched hand, trying not to laugh again.
He took another swig of water and winced. “My voice sounds like a damn bullfrog.”
Jamie leaned back, smirking. “I’m sorry, Clayton.”
But she wasn’t.
CHAPTER 26
CLAYTON
Clayton flopped onto the couch of his tour bus, pinching the bridge of his nose as he called his brother. The bus hummed beneath him, rolling down the highway toward the next tour stop, but all he could think about was her.
Nolan answered on the third ring. “This better be good.”
“Oh, it’s good, all right,” Clayton grumbled. “Figured out why my bus smelled like a damn college dorm.”
Nolan hesitated. “Do I even want to know?”
Clayton sat up, his scowl deepening. “Jamie put bong water in my humidifier.”
Silence.
Then pure, unfiltered laughter. Nolan laughed so hard Clayton had to pull the phone away from his ear.
“You—” Nolan gasped between wheezes. “You mean to tell me—” More laughter. “Your whole bus . . . smells like a weed dispensary . . . because Jamie rigged your humidifier?”
“She did it before I went to bed,” Clayton snapped.
That only made Nolan laugh harder.
“Walked off the bus this morning smelling like I’d been chiefing a joint the size of a baseball bat! The crew wouldn’t stop sniffing me.”
Nolan could barely breathe. “Oh my God.”
“Oh, and the best part?” Clayton gritted his teeth, standing up and pacing. “She had the nerve to act all shocked when I brought it up. Big ol’ eyes like a deer in headlights, batting them at me like, ‘Oh no, Clayton.’”
“Stop,” Nolan said. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m the one dying here, Nolan. Dying of second-hand smoke from thin air.” Clayton ran a hand through his hair. “Can’t let this go unanswered. I need revenge.”
“No, you need to accept that she’s better at this than you.”
