Emmy snorts. “Wait until you see what Jesse’s wearing.”
“Overprotective much?” I grumble, shooing him away so Myra can have more space to put a few pins on the waistband of my pants. “If I wanted a daddy, I’d ask Blake his opinion.”
“Don’t bring me into this!” Blake calls from the other side of the room. Then he follows it up with a very fatherly, “Will, leave your brother alone.”
That gets giggles from most everyone in the room except either of us. Will huffs and walks back towards the bedrooms, probably to get dressed in his own clothes now that he’s done being fitted.
“You lost weight again,” Myra whispers, probably so my guard dog doesn’t overhear and start making it a thing.
“I’m not trying to,” I promise her. “This tour has just been…”
“A lot?” she supplies.
“Different. It’s been different.”
I don’t want to admit to her or anyone else that I have a hard time remembering to feed myself. It’s just one more thing I got too accustomed to relying on Will for. I need to remember to set some alarms on my phone so I can get that under control before it becomes a problem.
“It’ll just take a few stitches, and you won’t be in danger of giving Will a coronary if you accidentally moon someone,” Myra jokes as I step out of the pants.
I give her a lopsided, grateful grin. “Sorry.”
Myra stops straightening the pants over their hanger and turns to me. She’s almost as tall as I am at five-foot-nine, so she can look me directly in the eye when she cups my cheek lovingly and gives me a soft look. “It’s no trouble. I just want to know you’re taking care of yourself.”
“I am. I promise.”
“I love you boys. I hope you know you can call or come to me anytime, if you ever want to talk or drink mimosas.” She winks.
Laughing, I pull Myra into a last quick hug when Blake loses patience and starts clapping loudly, ordering the whole operation to pack it up so they can move to the other wing of the hotel to go be Jesse’s problem.
“Text me if anything’s wrong with Jesse, or if we need to come save him?”
Emmy pops up just behind me. “We’ll make sure he’s okay,” he promises me, and hands me something wrapped in wax paper.
“What is this?” I ask, unwrapping a bagel sandwich with bacon, tomato, and avocado.
“I thought I’d make you a snack before we headed out.”
My smile wobbles a little. I’ve always liked Emmy, but after today, I think we could be really good friends. I should invite him over for a movie night or mimosas with Myra. But for now, I just pull him into a side hug.
“Thank you.”
The room empties quickly with Blake barking orders at everyone. Emmy pulls the door closed behind them, rolling his eyes and giving me a quick wink.
For a few minutes, it’s just me in the empty suite. I perch on a kitchen stool and take a few bites of the sandwich Emmy made me.
“It got quiet in here fast,” Will says, startling me.
“Yeah, it did. I almost feel bad for Jesse.”
“Eh, he kind of has it coming.”
I huff a laugh. “I considered going with them to watch the show, but I thought we should?—"
Just then, Naz waltzes casually into the room and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. He gulps it down, eyes bouncingbetween me and Will. Realizing how awkward the silence is, I scramble to fill it with something stupid.
“The eyeliner works for you,” I say randomly. “Emmy thought so, too,” I say, just in case I was laying it on too thick.
“Uh, thanks.” Will answers.
