Page 74 of Edge of Heaven

“I’m just thinking how lucky I am,” I whisper. “To have found you again.”

“Everything is going to be okay, babe.”

I’m trying really hard to believe him.

Chapter25

Mick

I hate waking up alone,but I can’t help but grin when I think about last night. This morning, I guess, but whatever. Being with Taryn was incredible, and watching her leave was a lot harder than I anticipated. She needed to get some sleep because she doesn’t know what to expect when Callum gets back. Personally, I wish they’d let him rot in jail, but we got a text from Angus letting us know that the band’s attorney had been called and they were assuming Callum would be out by noon.

So Taryn left, I slept for a few hours, and then my eyes popped open.

I don’t know if it’s stress or worry or something else, but I gave up on sleep and took a quick shower before going downstairs in search of coffee. Now I’m heading up to Jonny’s room for an early dinner meeting. Sasha is ordering takeout for us, and we’re getting an update on both the tour and last night’s clusterfuck.

“Hey.” Jonny opens the door, and I step inside.

Ryleigh is handing out our meals from the Chinese restaurant Sasha ordered from and Angus is setting up his computer.

“How’s Taryn?” Ryleigh asks me.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “She went back to her room around eight this morning. She didn’t want to risk not being there when Callum got back.”

Ryleigh’s face tightens. “I fucking hate this for her.”

“Me too.”

“Hey, guys.” Sasha comes up on the screen with a big smile, a tow-headed toddler on her lap. “Say hello to Phoenix.”

“Hey, Phoenix! How’s it hangin’, little dude?” Tate asks him.

“Pop-sicle!” Phoenix responds, holding up a red bar that appears to be melting all over his hand.

“That looks good,” Tate says. “Can I have a bite?”

Phoenix holds it up to the screen, and Tate pretends to take a bite.

“Yum!” he says. “Thank you!”

“Bye bye!” Phoenix squirms to get down and runs out of the room.

“Welcome to my life,” Sasha says, laughing.

“He’s cute,” Sam says. “But I bet he keeps you busy.”

“We spend a lot of time chasing them around.”

“So what’s going on?” Angus calls out. “Do we have a solo tour?”

“We do.” Sasha nods emphatically. “But first, let me update you on last night’s insanity. Luckily, you guys weren’t part of any of it, and today’s media reports are all about Karnal Death. And the general consensus isn’t that positive, so it’s a good thing you’re breaking free to do your own thing.”

“It’s definitely happening?” I ask with a mix of excitement and dread.

“It is, but I have to warn you—it’s going to be a bear. I’ve got you playing five, sometimes six nights a week. And travel is going to be rough. You’ll be sleeping on the bus more often than not. You’re going from one city to the next. I don’t think you have gigs on any Mondays, and at least a few Tuesdays. But the rest of the week is just go-go-go.”

“It’s less than three months,” Sam points out. “We’ve got this.”

“Are you guys sure? Before I officially pull the trigger, you need to be sure this is a sacrifice you want to make.”

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