“You’re acting all kinds of off.”
“You’re acting all kinds of off,” she huffed. But added, “Baby is fine. I’m fine. Just…” You know what? She should just throw it out there. This was half his fault too. “Just super aroused right now and no good way to release that pressure.”
“Uh…” Bax glanced at the door like he was contemplating how much time it would take to flee.
She understood that. It wasn’t like she was really on her A game these days. When she wasn’t working, showers were intermittent, napping was the priority, and she’d finally shopped for maternity pants, since she couldn’t button her jeans anymore.
“That wasn’t me asking you to do anything about it,” she murmured, refusing to be embarrassed. Not her fault that there was a whole ton of blood flow below her waist. Well, notonlyher fault.
“You need sex?” He scratched his neck like he wasn’t sure what to do with this information.
“No.” She shook her head. “I need a pressure release. No sex necessary.”
“Oh.” Bax frowned. Then he gave her two thumbs-up. “If that’s what you need, I’m here for you.”
“Bax?” She pushed herself up to sit.
He stared at her chest. Another side effect of pregnancy? Her breasts had grown two whole cup sizes.
Bax seemed lost in a trance, staring at her cleavage. Probably because the overnight transformation had shocked him too.
“Bax?” She said his name again.
He seemed to pull himself from his cleavage trance. “What? Yeah?”
“Why are you here?” She studied his face for any clues as to what had brought him here. Not that he hadn’t been by frequently. Usually, he texted her first or had a handful of baby-gear brochures to show her.
“What do you mean?” He scrunched his eyebrows together. The movement was adorkably cute.
“I mean, why are you physically in this room with me?” She gestured to the room. “Did you need something?”
He nodded. Said nothing, but frowned.
She sort of wished this were a baby-gear-brochure talk because whatever was going on with him was definitely not the normal they’d gotten used to. “Bax?”
“Yeah. Uh. Actually.” He stood. Paced to the window and ran his hand over the back of his neck.
Her pulse started to glitch. “You’re freaking me out. What’s going on?”
He took a huge lungful of air. Let it out. Then did it again. Finally, he turned back to her. “We’re going on tour.”
“Say what?” Courtney sat all the way up at that. A band did not just decide to go on tour without consulting their publicist first. Or at least giving her a heads-up the discussions were even happening.
He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Rocky Mountain region only. Something small. Enough to get Tanner and Mach into the groove, give them the full Dimefront experience.”
Why was she not looped in on this discussion? “When?”
Because there was a lot of coordination she needed to do on the marketing side of things. Updating the website, for starters. Scheduling interviews, coordinating with local promotion teams. A band like Dimefront did not simply decide one day to go on tour. This kind of thing took planning and careful consideration.
“Thinking we’ll do an impromptu thing. Hans said he could have venues ready in three weeks, so we’re gonna roll with that.” Bax didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, so he shoved them in his back pockets.
Okay, well, with that timetable, they’d need quite a lot of marketing materials—promotional photos to take and a crap load that she needed to get moving.
Looked like it’d be a while before she could actually catch another nap.
“I’ll call Hans.” She kicked her legs over the bed.
“I…” Bax ran his hand along his neck. “We only decided just now—literally thirty minutes ago. I volunteered to talk to you. Figured it’s better you’re pissed at me, since you can’t come along this time.”
