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“Me too,” Caleb says. “And I wish we could have it all right now.”

“Make it happen,” Terry says. “I’ll get online and start looking at places today.”

Jeanette smiles at how much we all jump on the idea with her.

“Do you guys mean it? You would want to have that with me?” she asks. “And like, that’s our life together? Of course you would still go on tour and everything, but as long as you came home to me and the kids, I would be happy.”

“I mean it when I say that sounds amazing,” I reassure her. “I can’t wait for that to be our real life.”

“And it will be,” Caleb promises. “It’s going to take some time, but given how fast our career is growing, we’re going to have the money and the fame to be able to do that in no time.”

“I would thinklessfame would make it easier,” Jeanette says.

“Nah.” Terry shakes his head. “The more famous you are, the easier it is to get places away from everyone else.”

“That’s true,” she agrees. She smiles once more. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” I agree.

And I know that I, for one, mean it with all my heart.

That sounds like the perfect life to me.

TWENTY-FOUR

JEANETTE

Iwalk back and forth, unable to get rid of the anxiety I feel.

The triplets went to practice a set at the stadium, and though I want to trust them, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s not right. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut feeling, and right now, I know there’s something going on.

I don’t know how I know this, but I’m not ignoring it. I can’t.

There are so many things in my life that I’ve either accomplished or avoided by listening to my gut feeling, so I’ve learned to be in tune with it regardless of what my brain is telling me. So, ignoring the thoughts that are telling me to relax, I decide I’m going to the tour buses.

At the very least, I’ll be able to see Mags and Hendrix, and I know talking to Mags will brighten my day. Ever since the conversation we had the other day in the bus, I’ve seen her as more of a friend than I did before, and I hope I can confide in her even more.

I take an Uber to the buses. I don’t want the triplets to know I’m going over there.

If they do, then if there is something wrong, they might do something to cover it up before I have the chance to see what it is.

The Uber driver pulls into the parking lot, then looks back at me.

“Are you sure this is where you need to be?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m working with these guys.”

“Doesn’t look like there’s anyone here,” he says. “Are you sure you’re supposed to be here?”

“They’re in the larger of the two buses,” I tell him. “Thank you.”

I can tell he’s not too happy about leaving me in the parking lot with these tour buses. But I don’t worry too much about what he thinks. I’m on a mission, and now that I’m here, my heart is racing.

I look at the bigger tour bus, but it’s tough to be able to see what’s going on inside from the ground. I know they’re designed that way for privacy, and I’m slightly annoyed at this. But I decide to head into the tour bus where I’ve been staying with the guys to grab a clean shirt.

I open the door and step inside, just as Caleb and Clarissa break apart. I only got a glimpse of what they were doing, but I saw enough to know they were making out. Immediately, I feel like someone has stabbed me right in the heart.

And punched me in the stomach.

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