Page 47 of A Way Out
“Do you guys see this?” Oz asked with his gaze on his phone screen. “Holly must have sent those pictures she took earlier to Lacey, because they’ve been posted to the band’s Insta account.”
“Let me see that,” Parker said, tugging Oz’s phone from his grasp.
“Or you could look at your own phone,” Oz suggested dryly.
“Shit, look at all the likes. And the comments.” Travis used his thumb to scroll through his phone, reading as he went. “Damn.”
“There’s a new poll in the comments,” Sam said. “Which ass is best. Oz, looks like you’re winning.”
Parker leaned back like he was trying to check out Oz’s ass.
“Knock it off,” Oz said, snatching his phone back.
“Ha!” Cash shouted from the tee box.
Oz glanced up; Cash’s arms were raised above his head, a smile splitting his face. His gaze darted from man to man, and his smile wavered. “Did you all not see that?”
Travis looked up briefly, but then turned back to his phone. “See what? We all know you’re a great golfer. You’re kicking all of our asses. Although at least our fans think they are fine asses.” He snickered.
“I just made a hole in one,” Cash said in a small voice. “Are you seriously telling me none of you witnessed it?”
Sam tore his gaze from his phone to stare off down the green. “No shit? That’s fantastic, man.”
“What the hell are you all looking at?” Cash grumbled, clearly not appeased by Sam’s acknowledgment.
Parker waved his phone. “One of Lacey’s posts is going viral. It’s the ass shot from this morning.”
“The what?” Chaz demanded, stalking up to look over Parker’s shoulder.
Panic Station’s manager and the rest of the guys, plus Sam’s father had joined them out on the links. They’d made up three groups and insisted on staying together, letting other foursomes play through if they started lagging.
Like right now, because all ten guys were clustered together, phones in hand, watching the marvel that was social media in action.
“Look how many new likes you have on your account.”
“Check out how many want to know where we’re playing next.”
“Lacey must be on her phone right now—look, the account just responded and mentioned the show in Tulsa!”
“Now that comment is getting all the hearts.”
“This is crazy.”
“This is fantastic!”
“There’s a TikTok teasing about new music. Did we decide to release a new song?”
“Oh, here we go,” Parker announced, waving his phone again. “Lacey just texted me. She gave admin access to Maria. Said Maria is doing all of this. Holy shit. And she thinks we should release another single next week, which will coincide with all the pictures from the wedding that will be posted.” He laughed. “And she doesn’t even know she’s getting married yet!”
Oz heard all of this, of course, but he zoned in on—“Maria is handling our social media?”
“Yep,” Parker confirmed. “Clearly, she’s a natural. We haven’t had attention like this—ever!”
Oz should be happy. The followers on their band accounts as well as all of their individual accounts were growing by the second. Except—“How are we going to pay her?” She was already sponsoring them; now she was doing free PR too? He didn’t like it. She deserved to be compensated for her efforts.
“With a percentage of the sales from this show on Sunday, which just sold out,” Cash said.
“She just teased that we’re going to announce our next single at the show,” Travis said. “Guess we better figure that out.”
