The thing he’d said that caught her attention—
“Why can’t I come along this time?” she asked.
He glanced at her abdomen, and she totally noted how his eyes snagged on her breasts again. “Tiny Badass?”
“I’m pregnant.” She pointed to her belly. “Oh… I’m pregnant. Right.”
He seemed sheepish at that and nodded.
“Why can’t I come along?” she asked, because she was pregnant, not dead.
“Hans said you shouldn’t have the stress of a tour bus.” Bax said this with the same caution a person would use to defuse a bomb.
Which was good because this conversation definitely had the potential to go sideways. This kind of conversation was not conducive to napping.
Not at all.
Chapter Thirteen
Courtney
Courtney scowled. “How many stops?”
“Six,” he said with another whole heap of caution.
“I can handle that.” She could. Six stops was totally doable. A world tour? No. But she could do a mini-tour, easy peasy.
Instead of arguing, sorting through their shit, Bax said nothing.
“I can handle it,” she assured. “It’s not a world tour in the third trimester. It’s a brief run during the second. I’ll be fine.”
Bax seemed unable to meet her gaze. “Linx was thinking…”
Oh, no, no, no. Her brother didn’t get to think about this. “Linx can think all he wants. But if the band’s going on tour, I’m coming too.”
“That’s, uh…” Bax scratched the back of his neck.
“That’s, uh, what?”
“Linx, Hans… they told me to smooth this over so it wouldn’t be an issue.” Well, that call was really not for them to make. “I feel like we’re heading into issue territory.”
“It’s not an issue. Really, it’s not. I’ll look forward to talking to Hans about the details.” She’d also have a little chat with her brother.
She stood. Smoothed the comfy T-shirt and wished they were having this conversation in an office someplace where she wore business attire to work and there was a whole wide desk between herself and Bax.
“Court.” He said her name like it meant something. Like she meant something.
That caught her attention. “Bax?”
He licked his bottom lip, which was something he used to do right before saying something to piss her off totally and completely.
That shouldn’t have turned her on again… except… she needed a good Bax argument.
“I’m going.” She strode three steps forward and pointed straight at his chest. Which meant she touched him. Which also meant her little horndog nerve endings perked to attention.
“I don’t want you to overdo it,” he said. Unfortunately, he said this with concern she couldn’t quite shake. “Can’t you sit this one out?”
“That’s what you think?” she asked.
