“Creed,” she continues. “Structure, drums, growling in a responsible way.”
Creed inclines his head once. “Accurate.”
“Ezra,” she finishes softly. “Lyrics, brooding, secretly soft.”
Ezra mutters, “I’m not brooding.”
He’s absolutely brooding.
I blink between them.
“All three?” I ask before I can stop myself.
Sloane tilts her head. “Oh, honey. Have you met this town?”
I pause.
That’s true. Ivy is with the tattoo twins and Freddie, right? I guess Coyote Glen embraces the unusual.
Roman studies me curiously. “You look less scandalized than most people.”
I shrug. “I’ve been here long enough to realize monogamy seems more optional than parking permits.”
Creed huffs a quiet laugh.
Sloane bumps her shoulder against mine. “We do what works. Life’s short. Love’s complicated. Why limit yourself if everyone’s honest?”
My heart does a strange, guilty little flip.
Because standing a few feet away are Ryder, Zane, and Finn.
Three very different gravitational pulls.
Three very different kinds of heat.
Three very different pieces of something I’m not ready to name.
And no one here is acting like that’s scandalous.
But first… I grab the edge of the bar.
“Wild Reverie, I can’t believe it. You closed Firelight Festival in Portland three years ago with ‘Run Toward the Sun,’” I blurt at Roman. “It started raining during the bridge, and you refused to leave the stage.”
Roman squints at me. “You were there?”
“Front left. Near the girl with the glitter bra who fainted during the encore.”
Creed points at me. “That was a mess.”
“It was iconic,” I correct.
Ezra’s mouth twitches.
Oh wow. I made Ezra Vaughn almost smile.
I turn to Sloane. “You didn’t warn me.”
“I like surprises,” she says smugly.
