Page 27 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

He’s in full pursuit mode. Phone pressed to his ear, already dressed, already three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. There are at least five empty coffee pod spots in the holder, which means he’s been up for a while.

Xander’s at the island, leaning back against it, arms folded, watching Gabe as if he’s tracking a chess game.

I sit up, drag a hand over my face, and peel the guitar pick off my skin.

“Well,” I say. “Good morning to capitalism.”

Neither of them looks at me.

Gabe turns away, still talking, and Xander finally glances over.

“You alive?” he asks.

“Debatable.” I stretch, bones popping, then swing my legs off the couch. “How long has he been like this?”

“Since five.”

“Disgusting.”

Gabe ends the call with a clipped, “We’ll be in touch,” and drops the phone onto the counter with frustration.

“Morning,” he says.

“You’ve already had five,” I point out, nodding at the pods.

“Six.”

“Even worse.”

I push myself up and wander into the kitchen, grabbing a pan because if I’m going to exist, I might as well do it with eggs.

“You cooking?” Gabe asks.

“I’m providing a service,” I say. “You’re welcome.”

Xander snorts softly.

I crack eggs into the pan, toss in cheese and a handful of spinach that’s maybe one day away from becoming a health hazard, then lean my hip against the counter while everything starts to sizzle.

I glance over at Xander. “I see you got it back?”

Gabe looks up. “What?”

I nod toward Xander. “The jacket.”

Gabe’s gaze shifts, zeroing in. “Already?”

Xander doesn’t look down. Doesn’t adjust it. Doesn’t acknowledge the fact that we’re both staring at him, waiting for answers.

“She cleaned it,” he says.

“Fast turnaround,” I mutter, flipping the eggs. “We should add that to the business model. Redemption Records and premium laundry services.”

Gabe ignores me, still watching Xander. “You went back this morning?”

“Yesterday.”

“Well, what we really need to be focused on is new acts,” Gabe bites back. “I’ve been making calls…”