THINGS WERE GOING too good.

And when things went good.

I panicked.

As an agent, it usually meant that you were minutes from a phone call about a publicity stunt gone wrong, or an actor taking a bender, or one of your musicians trashing a hotel room.

Ticket sales being down.

Labels dropping musicians.

Every single time I had this feeling.

Something happened.

It was the same feeling that woke me up that night and made me go search for Angelica. The place in my bed, the space she belonged in was empty. And I’d missed her even as dread washed over me.

The same dread that followed well into the night when she was in my arms, when we rode together to set.

When we shot the cameo scene with the rest of the band.

And had to keep redoing it because Trevor couldn’t keep a straight face half the time, and Andrew kept snorting like he was too big of a deal to do anything.

Besides that, fans had caught wind of what was happening, and we had groupies lining the outside of the set. We had to call in extra security.

And things only got worse as the day progressed.

We shot two more scenes.

Ang watched from the sidelines, flanked once again by Demetri and Alec. I’d never been so thankful for two rock stars in my entire life as I was of those guys.

And I wanted to make sure they knew it.

By way of making sure that every single deal from here on out they inked got them paid more than what was godly or acceptable, I’d even take out my percentage completely.

Not that they needed it, but it was all I had in my power to give.

Besides, Demetri had dreams of an AD2 theme park.

I laughed at the thought.

“What the hell’s so funny?” Andrew snapped at me.

“Your face,” Trevor said under his breath.

Yeah, the longer we spent together the more we reverted to our teens, and as the guys spoke of our memories together, one thing became glaringly clear.

It was always the group.

But Andrew and I had always been the glue.

We finished the second scene just as another crowd surged in to watch from a few hundred feet away.

“Security isn’t going to be able to handle this much longer.” Jay said walking up to us. “Who the hell leaked our location?”

I turned to Andrew.

Jay’s eyes narrowed in. “Give me a bloody break. I’m trying to make a film!”

“I can’t help that location services are turned on.” Andrew shrugged and tucked his phone back in his pocket. An angry lion tattoo peaked out from under the torn sleeve of his white t-shirt. The guy dressed like he was either ready to go join a rock band or just killed them all and stole their tour bus full of clothes.

I groaned into my hands.

“Quite the photo op.” Andrew put on a pair of dark Ray-Bans. “AD2, Jamie Jaymeson, Zane Andrews, and Adrenaline all in the same space. I’d say I did all of your Instagram followers a favor, especially Will, since he doesn’t have any social media…”

“I like my privacy,” I snapped.

“Clearly. Since it’s almost impossible to get ahold of you.” Andrew seethed.

What?

“He owns his own agency. Trust me, all you have to do is lazily tell Siri what number to call.” Jay rolled his eyes. “You done with this bullshit? Because we need one more run through and then you can go eat small children and join a vampire cult.”

Trevor snorted while Ty covered his mouth with his hand.

Andrew glared over at Jay, smart enough not to mouth off to the A-lister who held many celebrities’ careers by the balls.

“Yeah, sure.” Andrew finally said forcing a fake smile that made me want to punch his teeth out.

The scene slated.

Ang winked over at me while we all did our little impromptu chat about music, Ty tapped his drumsticks against the table, we laughed, waved at the main characters, did a few head nods as they walked by.

And then Jay cut.

“Thank God.” I stood.

“Well that was fun.” Trevor shoved his drumsticks into the back of his jeans and grabbed his cell. “Now I have a wife whose birthday I just missed for this shit, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m waiting for naked pictures.”

“Wait, she sends you naked pictures on her birthday?” Ty asked, “How does that even make sense? It’s not your birthday.”

Trevor smirked, “So much for you to learn my man, you see she sends me pictures naked, and then I come up with creative things to do to her body depending on what she’s doing in the pictures. Think of it like… a plan of attack. And trust me, when it’s over with, she’s having the best birthday of her life.”

Ty seemed to think about this. “That’s solid, man.”

“Once a ladies’ man,” I said under my breath.

“Like you can even talk!” Ty shoved me a bit. “Before Angelica Greene all I did was find you kissing groupies, groping groupies, hitting on groupies — buying drinks for groupies—”

I waved him off, “Yeah okay, I get the point.”

“And then dear William fell in love,” Trevor said in a high voice. “Really good to see you two found each other again.”

“Yeah.” I smiled and looked back at her. “It’s been… great.”

“Spare me your bullshit.” Andrew surged to his feet. “It’s been great.” He made air quotes. “Which part? The part where you guys just forget all the shit that went down between the three of us? Or how about the part where you ignore the facts about what really happened?”

“The hell?” I charged toward him, “Shut your pathetic mouth before I have security remove you.”

“Shit!” His voice raised. “You still don’t get it do you? You still believe it! Wow, maybe I should be the actor.”

“Back off.” We were chest-to-chest. “Fact.” I leaned in, ready to punch the smug grin from his face. “You gave her drugs, you were a shitty influence, you’re the one who was kicked out of the band because you refused to go to rehab… you’re delirious if you think it happened any other way.”

“Then maybe I am delirious,” he said in a stone cold voice. “Because when Ang came to my room that night, she was crying because of you!”

I stilled.

Trevor frowned while Ty put a hand on my chest to keep me from killing Andrew.

“What?” I hissed.

“She overheard you talking to some chick about kicking me out of the band and putting her in rehab… when the skank came on to you, you shoved her away and said ‘not right now.’”

I frowned. “No—”

“Not. Right. Now.” Andrew sneered. “As if there would be a later, more convenient time to screw her brains out. And when Ang came to your room, sober might I add, where you were at least a half a bottle of champagne in, you slept with her, you screwed her like you would some… groupie!” Andrew was full on yelling now. “So, when she came to my room, it wasn’t to get high, you piece of shit, it was because you hurt her, because she’d been hurting for a long time! And yeah, maybe I hated you — I still do — but it’s because you are the most self-righteous human being I’ve ever met in my entire life. She never destroyed your life, you destroyed hers! And the fact that you’re the one that escaped without any ramifications pisses me the hell off!”

I stumbled back. “You’re wrong. I never touched her. I didn’t—”

“She may not remember,” Andrew said in a low voice. “But a guy doesn’t forget when his best friend loses his mind over his own fame, over his own damn name. You were losing it, you took it too far, and when she needed help the most, I gave it to her.”

“You gave her drugs!” I roared.

“Because it was all I knew!” Andrew yelled right back, “Because I was pissed! Because she was crying! Because she wouldn’t stop! So I calmed her down! And when you walked in, you’d already made your decision. You were done. With both of us. Just like that. Finished. Maybe we were bad for your image, maybe we just weren’t worth it. But the worst part about this sad little tale? Is that when she had a miscarriage, when she came to me and I sent her away, it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I knew exactly whose baby it was.” He paused. “Yours.”