“And… she fucking loves you, you know.”
“I know.”
I did know.
Just made me feel more guilty about what I’d just been thinking.
Because Danica had never given me the slightest impression that she wanted to be shared between me and one of my friends.
Or that she wanted to share me with anyone.
I mean, not that I’d exactly asked her.
You want to be shared. Just fucking admit that.
Yeah.Shit.
Summer was fucking right about that…
I’d wanted to be shared by pretty much everyone I’d ever been with. I’d never really craved monogamy all that much.
But I craved it with Danica.
Dylan was watching me. He followed my gaze… maybe realized I’d been staring at Danica.
“She’s amazing, Ash,” he said. Then he added, lightly, “You’re not gonna fuck it up, are you?”
“Nope,” I said firmly. Too firmly. Then I amended, “Jesus Christ, I hope not.”
Bonus Epilogue
Xander
Hours after Brody and Jessa tied the knot, I was sitting at a table on Dolly’s back lawn in the lantern light, nursing a beer and shooting the shit with the members of my new band.
There was Ash, the fucker. A guy I was glad to finally be able to call a band brother. Dude was a wicked vocalist. Had one of those voices, and one of those faces, too, that you just knew was gonna go all the way.
Truth was, I’d wanted to play with Ashley Player years ago, even when we were just kids—fucking badly. Back then, he was way fucking cooler than I’d ever dreamed of being. I was a skinny little geek, and he wouldn’t say it to my face, but I knew if I hadn’t gotten so good on the drums, a guy like Ash would never have even hung out with me back then, much less been in a band with me.
I’d fuckingchasedhim for it.
So maybe, this time around, I’d let him chase me. And maybe I’d gone a little overboard.
I just wanted to be sure this time he meant it.
And there was our bassist, Matty Brohmer.
I hadn’t figured this dude out yet. We’d hung out on the road with Dirty over the winter, but he held his cards close to his chest. I liked him, had no reason not to, but I really didn’t know all that much about him.
And then there was Summer.
Honestly, I’d always thought it would be cool to have a chick in my band. Wasn’t much sexier than a girl who could rock with the boys.
But it would have to be the right chick. Like one I was okay with not fucking.
Summer Sorensen wasn’t really my type, though I would’ve fucked her for sure—she was that sexy—if I’d ever had the chance before we became bandmates.
Now, not so much.
