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“Brilliantly bad,” Saint shouts. Theo’s lips wobble and he instantly sobers. “No. No. I mean brilliantly, badly brave?” He spins to me, eyes pleading for help.
I prop my head on Hendrix’s shoulder, and a smug grin curves my lips.
He got himself into this mess. He can figure his way out.
“You were amazing, love.” He plants kisses on every inch of her face. “Best singer ever, wifey.”
“I think you’re lying.” She turns away with a huff.
Hendrix’s shoulders shake.
She rests her head right over my heart. “If they aren’t divorced before they hit their one-year anniversary, it’ll be a miracle.”
I slide a hand into her hair. “Nah, they’re gonna make it. Even if they eloped on a whim at eighteen.”
“What makes you so confident?”
“Because they love each other. Almost as much as you and I do.” I tug her hair and tilt her head backwards until we’re eye to eye. “This kinda love? It’s a forever thing, baby.”
“Always and forever?”
I steal a kiss. “And even after that.”
She purrs, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“I missed you,” she says.
“It’s been like a week.” I chuckle. She purses her lips, and I back pedal quickly. “I missed you too.” Truth is, it’s not a lie. Every time we part after a visit, time seems to go slower in between the next. “But it’s almost summer, and we’re gonna have all that time together, just the two of us.”
“Hey!” Theo shouts, slamming her glass on the table. “You aren’t stealing my best girlfriend for weeks on end. You have to share, friend.”
I stick my tongue out at her. “I regret introducing you two to each other.”
“No, you don’t.” Theo smirks, leaning back into Saint’s chest as he wraps his arm around her waist. “You’re glad it’s me and not Elaine the fucking pain.”
“Elaine the pain.” Saint jerks up from where he’s kissing Theo’s shoulder. “Whatever happened to her?”
“Why do you care? You wanna get on the bus with her?” Theo deadpans, her eyes glassier with each sip of her cocktail. “God, I should knee you in the balls allover again.”
I laugh as Saint leans across and whispers in my ear. “Told you it was because I got off the bus with Elaine.”
I chuckle, shaking my head.
Static cuts through the air as another duo takes to the stage.
Hendrix snags Theo’s wrist and pulls her over to the empty chair next to us.
“You’re staying a few more days, right?” she asks her.
“Yes!” Theo does a shoulder dance. “We’ve got a rest week. And these two,” She hikes her thumb between Saint and me, “are in the garage all week recording. So, you’re stuck with me.”
“You know that means,” Hendrix says, wagging her brows.
Theo winks. “Shopping.”
“All the shopping.” Hendrix claps her hands.
“You’re not taking my card,” Saint gripes.
