Page 33 of Dirty Little Mistake

"Have you seen Syn today?" I scanned the dimming festival grounds over her shoulder.

Cam tugged at her festival wristband. "No, but that's not unusual. She and Harlow tend to stick together. Why?"

"I saw her hanging out with Sebastian."

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "I know she's your baby sister, but she's an adult now. You have to let her date."

"The guy's bad news." I frowned. "He has a reputation for hitting women."

"Oh." Cam's eyes widened. "Does Syn know?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but she's not going to hear it from me."

Cam stopped walking as she pushed hair from her face. "Harlow." Her eyes lit up with the solution. "If you want her to hear it, let Harlow tell her."

I scuffed my boot through the trampled grass, considering.

She bumped my hip with hers, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Those two are the most unlikely pair."

"Yeah." I watched a group of fans walk past, still wearing our band shirts from tonight's show. "Who would have thought they would be as close as they are?"

"Syn is the spawn of Satan," Cam teased, "and Harlow is like a sweet little angel."

"Syn is a troublemaker." I kicked an empty beer can out of our path, remembering the time she'd snuck backstage at sixteen. "And Harlow never gets in trouble."

"Syn is probably the devil on Harlow's shoulder talking her into making bad decisions."

"And Harlow is the angel on Syn's shoulder talking her into making good ones."

Our shoulders bumped as we navigated between tents, sharing quiet laughter that felt like a secret in the festival chaos. We both laughed.

Strolling up to the camp, a wave of relief washed over me when Syn was sitting in a chair next to Harlow.

Cam reached into the cooler pulling out a bottle of water. "Where's Jax and Kaia?"

Syn's phone screen illuminated her face in the growing darkness. "They are on their way back." She tossed her phone onto the cooler and reached for the bottle of Jack. "Can't leave for tour without doing celebration shots first."

I smiled. It was times like this when I loved being part of a big family.

Stepping behind Cam, I curled my hands around her waist. My lips brushed her ear, and I felt her shiver. "Grab your toothbrush. We're leaving after shots."

"What?" She spun in my arms, nearly knocking over an empty beer bottle. Her fingers curled into my still-damp shirt. "Where are we going?"

I traced the line of her collarbone, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. "It's a surprise."

"I only need a toothbrush?" She tilted her head back to study my face, moonlight catching in her eyes.

"Yep." My fingers skimmed down her sides, settling at her hips. "Clothes are restricted."

Her breath caught, and she pressed closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "O...kay..."

Chapter 15

Camryn

An electronic beep shattered my nerve. My fingers dug into Trystan's palm, my heart hammering against my ribs.

His voice came, warm and steady. "You're safe." Something clicked shut behind us – a door? "Trust me. I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you."

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