Page 118 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Tommy ignores that completely, pushing off the counter and clapping a hand on my shoulder as if we’re old friends who’ve already had this conversation three times today.

“You look rough,” he says, stepping back to look at me fully. “You sleeping, or just pretending to?”

“Encouraging,” I reply.

“I try to keep morale high.”

“That’s not what you’re doing.”

“Depends who you ask.”

Aidan finally looks at me. Just a glance, but it remains half a second longer than most people would let it. “Studio keeping you busy?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

Tommy mutters into his coffee because I’m sure he’s already got opinions about that. “Busy’s good. Busy means things are happening. Things happening means people start talking. People talking means⁠—”

“You get more customers,” I cut in.

He grins. “See? You do get it.”

Aidan doesn’t smile. He just watches me. “Everything staying under control out there?”

“Depends what you’ve heard.”

Tommy lets out a whistle. “That’s not the answer you give a sheriff if you want him to relax.”

“I’m not trying to relax him.”

“Bold strategy.”

Aidan’s expression doesn’t change, but his attention narrows. “Heard there’s more people coming through town than usual.”

Tommy cuts in, easy. “Which is great for business, to be clear. I’m not complaining. I’m just saying if this turns into one of those situations where suddenly I need a second bartender and a bouncer who can actually bounce⁠—”

“You won’t,” Aidan says calmly.

Tommy glances at him. “That sounded confident.”

“It is.”

Tommy looks back at me. “See? He’s got faith in you.”

“I didn’t say that,” Aidan replies.

Tommy grins. “You implied it.”

“I didn’t imply anything.”

“You definitely implied something.”

Aidan ignores him completely, eyes still on me. “You expecting more attention?”

“Yes,” I say. “I hope so.”

Tommy winces lightly. “See, again, not reassuring.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”