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“Yeah, you do,” Marcella chimed in. “And don’t you give me any lip, Ms. Sullivan. I’m immune to your charms.”
“You are so not,” she purred. “After all, I did manage to get you into a bikini that one trip.”
Marcella opened, then closed her mouth. “Okay, I’m notentirelyimmune,” she amended. “But the statement stands. You need protection. Ray needs it. And Dom.” She eyed Zavier. “You—even you need someone watching your back from time to time.”
“We all need friends and family,” Zavier said.
“The Zavier Demos motto.” Mish leaned against the couch. “Thank you for caring. It’s not like I don’t appreciate it, but shouldn’t we be worried about this damn radio interview?”
David thought she had a point, but Ray snorted. “We can do radio interviews in our sleep.”
“Youhavedone them in your sleep,” Marcella muttered, and David couldn’t help laughing.
“Hey now.” Mish met him with a smile. “No taking sides.”
“No sides when it’s the truth, darling.”
“He’s got you there, Mish.” Ray swung his legs over Zavier’s lap and lay down on the couch.
Zavier locked an arm around Ray’s legs. “If you roll off this thing when we go around a curve and knock your head, you only have yourself to blame.”
Ray grinned.
The antics continued until they pulled into the station parking lot. There were a few fans there—how did they know? David cast Marcella a glance.
“Oh, the station’s been hyping this for weeks. But it’s early enough in the morning, and on a weekday, figured it shouldn’t be an issue.”
It was just after six—their interview was for seven. It was a wonder the band had energy this time of morning. Then again, the day off had done them all wonders.
After signing a few items, the band made their way into the studio, Marcella leading. David strode next to Adrian. “You ever feel like a groupie?”
That got him a laugh. “Never. I didn’t know who Dominic was when I met him, so it wasn’t like I was pining over the band. Just Dominic Bradley. Who turned out to be in the band.” Adrian held his gaze. “You?”
“No, but sometimes I do feel like I’m an extra.”
Adrian clapped him on the back. “Dude, you’re not. And you’re doing a more important job than I am at the moment.”
Wasn’t so sure about that, but David let it go. They’d warmed to him at the pool, pulled him in, had kept him in their family. His relationship—or whatever it was—with Mish left him unsettled from a professional standpoint. Didn’t help, though, that he was the last one through the door as they marched in.
That station security was tight, including metal detectors. He raised his eyebrow at the guard on duty. “This necessary?”
In return, the guard gave him an impassive stare. “We had an incident with a shock jock get out of hand at one point.”
Fucking hell. That was just great. Volatile listenersandemployees. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking into the station.
After meeting with the morning show personalities, the producer, and the station manager to go over the ground rules, David, Adrian, and Marcella were ushered into a small room with a clear view across the hall from the studio where the band was setting up with the radio hosts. Mics. Earphones. They were given all the expected things, and donned them like they’d done this a million times.
They probably had. This wasn’t their first tour—just their biggest and in support of their latest album.
Mish’s gaze snagged on his and she blew him a kiss. He gave a small wave back, heat rising up his neck. Adrian clapped him on the back again and Marcella grinned.
“What?” he said to both of them.
“Nothing.” Marcella’s humor belied that.
“You guys are adorable.” That from Adrian. David elbowed him gently in the ribs before he could even think about it. Adrian laughed outright. “See? Family.”
Marcella made an agreeable noise.
