“We don’t know for sure.” Knox stood. “We’ll have to talk to Courtney.”
“No one talks to Courtney until Courtney makes that move.” Linx would call her, fess up to his fuck up, and then hire security and a whole football team of attorneys for her so she never had to see Bax again. Unless she wanted to. In which case, he hoped he never had to see the guy again.
“The kid is mine.” Bax stared at his shoes. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I need to talk to her.”
“That’s not happening until she says it happens.” Linx shoved his finger toward Bax. “Stay the fuck away from my family.”
He said it. He meant it. He wasn’t going to budge.
Chapter 20
Becca
Oh. Damn.
Linx stalked from the break room. He looked like he was ready to throw a punch.
Becca grabbed the attention of the nearest bouncer and gestured toward Linx. The bouncer slipped into the shadows, following the resident rock star.
At least there was that.
For the first time since her life-vacation started, she gave no thought to stress levels or the responsibility index based on her actions. Linx looked wrecked. She wanted to be there for him. Period. She moved a little slower because…she gulped…dammit. She cared about him a helluva lot more than she should.
She shook off the realization. She’d evaluate the consequences of that later.
“Cover for me?” Becca asked the other waitress on that night.
She nodded. Becca pulled off her apron as Linx approached.
He walked straight to her and lifted his hand to her neck. “Have a sec?”
“For you, I do.” She snatched his hand in hers. “Where should we go?”
“Walk.” He gestured to the door. “Some place that’s not here.”
Becca nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”
“What the hell happened back there?” Mach asked, approaching with an abundance of caution. “You look like somebody pissed in your beer.”
“Bad night.” Linx’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Can’t do the intro like I promised.”
“It’s cool.” Tanner glanced to Becca as she grabbed coats and gloves. Tanner’s eyes were a little wider than usual. “Another time.”
“Yeah.” Linx nodded, taking his coat from Becca. “Another time. Excellent set tonight. Let’s connect tomorrow.”
Becca’s stomach hurt for him. Wrecked. He looked wrecked.
What on earth had gone on back there?
He headed for the exit, her gloved hand in his bare palm. She glanced back to Tanner and Mach, who were twin mirrors of concern.
He needed to process whatever was going on in his head. She got that. She also wanted to know how she could help him. They walked for a sold three minutes, dodging ice patches and snow banks before she couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“What happened?”
He shook his head. “Band’s done. Dimefront’s over.”
Say what?
