Page 80 of Life After You

“Oof. Not even real groupies?!” Trey gasps. “Just… working women?”

“Hey, we’re not like that,” one of them says, crossing her arms.

“Of course you’re not,” Trey backtracks, flashing a grin. “And I apologize if you got the wrong impression… wait. I don’t mean to sound rude, but shouldn’t there be four of you?”

“Yeah, she’s running late.”

“Oh… well. Pleasure meeting you, Miss.” Chace dismisses them just as the river turns over, and Sam scoops up the pot with a pair of pocket queens.

“Uh, we can’tleave,” one of them says. “We’re contracted to be here for at least a few hours.”

I frown. What the fuck was Phil even thinking?

“We can make it strip poker if you deal us in?” the blonde offers with a slow smile.

Trey sighs dramatically. “Honey, I have seen more of Logan Dale than he has.”

“What the fuck, Trey,” I growl.

“What? It’s true. When’s the last time you saw a perfect view of your own balloon knot?”

I freeze, horrified. “Trey—”

“What? I didn’t see anything of Mac, if that’s what you’re worried about. Not with your cute little behind blocking the—”

“Idiota. Stop.”

Chace leans back, arms crossed. “Trey, you cannot see Logan’s face right now, but he is not vibing with what you’re saying.”

“Lemme guess—his lips are all puckered? Because that’s basically what I saw.”

“That’s it.” I throw my cards down and stand, moving past the blonde toward Trey.

He grins. “He loves me, really.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

I start after him, launching into a low chant of Spanish curses as he dodges and weaves out of reach, laughing his ass off. He bolts out of the bus, and I follow, tripping over cables and nearly taking out a crew member.

Finally, I catch him. He’s still chuckling, and dammit, I can’t help but laugh, too.

“Dude,” he wheezes, pointing.

I turn and spot a cart stacked with cleaning supplies—including a roll of trash bags.

“Found the trash bags for you.”

I put him in a headlock and march him over to the supplies. “You’re going to help me clean this bus from top to bottom, comprende?”

He laughs again but nods. “Yeah, yeah. But dude… you said bottom… now I’m back to thinking about your tushy.”

I groan. “Trey, I swear—I hope one day you find someone you actually care about enough to have a relationship, not just relations. And when that day comes? I’m gonna return the favor.”

Trey claps a hand over his heart. “Dude. Nothing would make me more proud.”

I shake my head, chuckling as we head back to the bus. Sam and Chace are nowhere in sight, and I have no idea where the so-called groupies ended up. But I don’t care.

I have the one I want now. The one I love. And she’s coming to me.

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