"I know enough," Archer smirks and strips his shirt off.
"Battery-operated boyfriend," Tallulah tells him, laughing as she throws her arms around her husband. Micah kisses his woman, then splays his palm over her stomach. Leaning down, he kisses her pregnant belly.
"Bob is a fucking dildo?" Archer runs his fingers through his long hair and blows out a breath. He plops down in a chair, looking both relieved and embarrassed. "That's the last image I needed in my head," he mumbles.
I chuckle. "Look, man. Heisley has toured with us since the beginning. She sees you in action."
"Meaning?" Archer throws on a clean shirt.
"Face it, Archer. You have a different woman in your bed nearly every night. Not all women want to be another conquest. Heisley doesn't want any of your bullshit."
"Are you saying I'm not good enough for her?" Archer's voice hardens with anger, but his face shows a hint of hurt.
"Not saying that at all. You're a good guy. Heisley wants more than a one-night stand. She wants commitment—a relationship. Are you willing to give that to her?" I ask. Archer stays silent, and I take it as his answer.
Miles, the band manager, walks into the dressing room with a grim look on his face. "Great show guys," he tells us and strolls toward me while holding a folder in his hand.
"What's up?"
He hands me the folder, and I open it to find another letter. Like all the rest, it's written in red ink and mixed with songlyrics, professing undying love for me and that we are meant to be together. The words on the paper bleed together as I read.
I would be anything for you. I would never hurt you. Unless you tried to leave.
If you do, I will cut you. I will break your legs. I may not be very strong, but I'm good with a sledgehammer. Then, I will kiss away all the tears of pain and regret. Please don't force me to do horrible things to you.
We are meant to be together.
Forever.
Stay with me. Love me. I'll take good care of you.
If you attempt to escape from my love, I must bind your hands to keep you from hurting yourself further.
Don't try to run from what we have.
I'll take excellent care of you. You will be happy. You love me just as I love you.
You are my Romeo, and I am your Juliet.
No matter what they say, what venom the world spits at us, or the evil, cruel intention the people you surround yourself with have to keep us apart…I will always love you. If they continue to stand between us, I will hurt them. Their lives are meaningless. Death awaits anyone who tries to keep us apart.
Eventually, they will lose, and we will be together. Then you'll understand the depth of my love. Not even your death will keep me from being with you.
I look at Miles. "Where did this one turn up?" I ask, prepared for him to say the usual fan mail.
"Taped to the tour bus door." He eyes me.
A knock on the dressing room door throws everyone on alert. Then Lev, our head of security, pokes his head in. He looks at me, then at Miles. "Mind if we come in?"
"Get your ass in here," I tell him, and he fully steps into the room with his wife Summer, then closes the door behind him. Lev strolls toward me and holds out his hand.
"Good seeing you again."
"Likewise." I then look at his wife. "Summer, how are you, beautiful?"
"Hey, Easton. I'm good. The concert was fantastic." She beams.
"The rest of the family enjoy those VIP tickets I sent you?" I ask.
