“Please do.”
I toss the towel aside and step into the room, closing the space between us as I study her face. Her eyes. I look for cracks. For pain that… isn’t there.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. A bit tired, but not overly so.” She shrugs off her jacket and tosses it onto the bed. “Why?”
“You seemed worried when you left this morning.”
“Ah, yeah.” She nods. “I was. But it’s all good now.”
“All good?”
“Well… notallgood,” she says. “Things got pretty bad for a few minutes, but… we’re gonna get through it.”
She steps closer, and my arms open instinctively, wrapping around her. Her scent hits me, warm and sweet.
My mind spins, trying to catch up.
“You’re gonna get through it?” I repeat, pulse rising.
That means…
Criminal Records is still together.
Which means…
Monroe.
“Yup,” Katrina murmurs, her face nestled against my chest. “The Battle of the Bands is a-go.”
“How?”
She tilts back, meeting my gaze. “How what?”
“How are you still together?” I blurt, making her brows rise. “I mean… they’re okay with this? Withus?”
“Not exactly,” she says, staying close. “My brother and I probably won’t be on speaking terms for a while. The others aren’t thrilled either. They have some trust issues with you and the girls, but who could blame them?”
“Then how are you getting through it?”
Katrina smiles. “Jonah.”
“Jonah?”I blink. “You called him?”
“No, he came back.”
My stomach tightens with unease. “I thought he wasn’t coming back until right before Halloween.”
“He wasn’t. But then he saw what was going down here—thanks,Gossipa—and he and Marla came back early.” She exhales, relief in her voice. “Good thing, too. If he hadn’t shown up when he did, we might not even have a band anymore.”
Damn.
The Botsford boy comes to the rescue.
I step back, letting my weight drop to the edge of the bed. “Well… it’s good he’s back, then.”
“Yeah.” She plops down beside me. “It was incredible. He knewexactlywhat to say to bring us all back together.” She grins. “It’s easy to forget, but heisa Botsford.”