I pushed myself to sitting when Logan slipped through the door of the dressing room at the Parish. “What’s the good word?”

He walked straight to the bar in the corner, grabbed a bottle of tequila, and dropped onto the chair across from me. From the look on his face we weren’t celebrating. More like drowning our sorrows.

“Mac says he’s not comfortable scheduling any studio time until we get our management situation squared away,” Logan said as he poured a shot for each of us. “He gave me the name of someone at Distinct Management who wants to set up a meeting.”

Groaning, I let my head fall back. “We said we were going to hire local. I don’t want to get into another Lindsey situation.”

Logan blew out an irritated breath. “Lindsey did a lot for us.”

That was the guilt talking. In the six weeks since we’d fired our manager, the band’s opportunities had virtually dried up. And Logan blamed the hell out of himself. So much so that he wouldn’t see reason.

Still, I tried. “Dude, don’t you see what Mac’s doing? He’s not our friend. He owns the label. He’s just trying to make us think we don’t have any options.”

Logan tipped forward, glaring at me. “I hate to break it to you, but we don’t have any options. Not if we can’t secure representation.”

“Bullshit,” Chase growled, taking a seat beside me on the couch. “You’ve got two singles on the Billboard charts. And—”

“And our reputation is shit,” Logan interjected. “None of the big concert promotors are taking my calls. We’re fucked, man.”

My brother chuckled dryly. “That’s what Mac wants you to think. And you’re playing right into his hand. He’s the one who set you up with Lindsey in the first place. And I got news for you, he probably knew about all the shit she was pulling.”

Logan’s gaze found mine. “You’re giving them too much credit. Nobody knew what was going to go down in Dallas.”

The band around my chest tightened, stealing any argument I was about to make. Because I knew he was talking about Lily. Slumping against the cushions, my mind wandered to places it shouldn’t. Like where she was. And if she was happy. And how it felt to sleep with her tangled in my arms.

I’d tried to get over her. With varying degrees of success. A couple of days ago I’d managed to get a girl all the way back to the dressing room before giving up and sending her on her way. The minute her lips had touched mine, I knew I wasn’t ready. Unfortunately, my dick didn’t get the memo, and we were no longer on speaking terms.

“Listen,” Chase said to Logan, using the same tone he did when I stole his car my freshman year in high school. “Get your head out of your ass and hear me. You’re not hurting for money. Stop trying to force something to happen. This shit with Lindsey will blow over. You’ve got a gig here for as long as you need it.”

I half expected Logan to storm out. But after the shitstorm in Dallas he was making an effort to control his temper.

After a tense moment, Logan jerked a nod. “Yeah. Okay.” Hauling to his feet, he roughed a hand through his hair. “I’m going to go find Sean and Christian. You coming, Cam?”

“He’ll catch up with you in a minute,” Chase said, before I could answer.

“Don’t keep him too long,” Logan said on his way to the door. “We’ve got a show tonight.”

“What’s up? I asked once we were alone.

Chase pulled a postcard from his back pocket and held it out for me. “Tanner’s hosting a small show for a new artist at his gallery in a couple weeks.” I stopped short of plucking the card from his hand when I spotted the “L” in the corner beside the hand drawn flower. Flicking my gaze to my brother, I blinked at him. But he just shrugged, like the choice was mine. But it wasn’t. Lily had made her feelings clear when she left me without a word.

I hopped to my feet. “I’m going to go find the guys.”

Chase nodded, tucking the card back in his pocket. “Have a good show.”

Pausing at the door with my hand on the knob, I sighed. “Why did you tell me?”

I hated myself for asking. For wanting Lily so badly, still, that I couldn’t help myself.

“Because she asked me to.”