“All on board and on time? This has to be a record.” Our driver Jay chuckles after climbing inside the bus.

Trent laughs, kicks off his boots, and flops into one of the chairs. “We might be growing up.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” Jay says.

“Gotta piss.” Austin pushes off the floor and strides unevenly to the bathroom.

Jay takes his place at the wheel, laughing again. “Point in case.”

“Baby steps. It’s all about improvements.” Trent reaches his arms up with a stretch and tucks them behind his head. His half-lidded gaze looks about thirty seconds from falling asleep, but Sean plops onto the chair next to him and it doesn’t take long before they’re deep in conversation.

This sucks. With everyone back from the bar, my time with Opal is over. By her reserved movements I have to wonder whether I pushed a boundary I shouldn’t have. I swear I didn’t know she was really with Austin. If I had I wouldn’t have flirted, or been so drawn to her. Or barged in to critique her playing.

Liar. Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t have been able to resist flirting, but mentally I would have put up a wall. I don’t move in on someone else’s girl. That’s not cool. A little head’s up from my uncle would have been nice, but it’s becoming ever so clear he has no clue what’s going on with his own band.

“Thank you,” Opal says loud enough so only I can hear her over Trent and Sean. She sets the guitar back into the case, scooting it a few inches away. “For the tips.”

“Anytime.” I nod and glance down the hall before twisting to meet her stare. “So, you and Austin . . . ?” God, I can’t even say it. How could she be with him? I’ve only known him a few days and while he’s a fun guy and talented musician, I can say with the utmost certainty he’d be a horrible boyfriend.

“What?” Her brows shoot up and she lets loose a giggle, shaking her head. “No!” She glances at Trent and it’s obvious when she lowers her voice that she doesn’t want anyone to eavesdrop. “He’s just really friendly.”

Friendly. Hmm. Not sure I like the sound of that or what’s implied, but friendly gives me a shot. A chance. For a reason I can’t explain, I really want a chance with her. “Oh, okay. ’Cause I guess it seemed like—”

“Yeah. No.” She cuts me off as a blush stains the fair skin of her neck and cheeks. I wonder whether it trails down to her breasts, but I know better than to try and look. I want her to like me, not think I’m a perv.

“Interesting.” My lips pull with a grin and her cheeks only grow pinker.

“How is that interesting?” she sasses, but her lips still hold a grin.

“It would have been surprising, that’s all. I can’t see you with someone like him.” The moment the words fly from my mouth her smile falters.

“Oh.” Her gaze falls to her hands.

“Wait, that came out wrong.” What I should have said was how she’s way too good to be with someone like him. He doesn’t deserve her. I don’t, either. But now she won’t even look at me.

“It’s late. I’m gonna turn in.” She pushes off the floor and her gaze meets mine for a brief moment. “Thanks again with the guitar.”

“Of course.” I want to ask her to stay. Apologize for being an idiot. Beg her not to write me off just yet. But instead I don’t do a damn thing and watch her walk away. Coward.

Austin emerges from the hall and I know whatever moment I had with her has passed.

She’s already sliding into her bunk for the night.

“If we get too loud, tell us to shut up!” Trent says before she draws her curtain shut. He points to where I’m still sitting on the thin carpet. The vibration of the engine shoots up my spine as Jay fires up the bus. “You play guitar too?”

“I play a lot of things.”

“Cool.” He purses his lips and nods. “I’m not tired. Who’s up for a round of poker?”

“Fuck yeah.” Austin grabs hold of the counter and begins humping against it.

“I told you those Jager bombs were a bad idea.” Sean drags his feet with heavy steps and plops into the bench at the table.

Austin doesn’t show any sign of stopping; if anything, his thrusts gain zest as he adds in hand motions and sound effects. “Oh, yeah. Give it to me, Austin!”

“Someone make it stop.” Sean groans and flops his head into where he folds his arms atop the table.

“Austin. Stop fucking the counter.” Trent doesn’t glance up from the cards he shuffles, as if his request is as ordinary as asking Austin to shut the door or flip off the lights.

“Beer?” Austin flings open the fridge and glances over his shoulder. A chorus of yeahs answer him and he joins us at the table with three beers and one water bottle. “Sorry, kid.” He pushes the water to me but he doesn’t appear sorry at all.

Part of me wants to flaunt that I’ve been drinking alcohol since I was twelve, but then I’d have to explain about my parents and how easy it is to swipe liquor from their parties. I’m smart enough to leave that alone. Drawing attention to myself and my background will only lead to more questions.

Trent cuts the deck. “What should we play?”

“Five card, man.” Austin shakes his head. “I drank too much for hold ’em.”

Trent distributes the deck with the practice of a Vegas dealer. “Leighton, we know nothing about you.”

I pick up my cards. “What do you want to know?”

Sean cusses at whatever cards he’s been dealt, discarding four of them before lifting his gaze to mine. “First album you fell in love with?”

“Black Sabbath. Heaven and Hell.”

“A man for the classics. I can appreciate that.” He nods.

Trent lifts his brows. “First concert?”

Shit. Can’t very well admit my first were of the classical music variety. But thanks to a secret gift from my uncle for my fifteenth birthday I don’t have to completely lie. “First rock concert. Foo Fighters.”

“Nice.” Sean drags out the word and holds his knuckles out for me to bump.

“Worst place you’ve had sex?” Austin discards two of his cards, peering over the rest with a shit eating grin. “You have had sex, right?”

The guys chuckle and I roll my eyes. I get that he’s giving me shit because he can. If anything, it makes me feel less an outsider and more a real member of the band. “Yeah, I ditched my virginity years ago. Okay, strangest place . . .” I race through my experiences of pool houses, closets, and bathrooms, none of which seem strange or exotic in the least.

“Please don’t say bed.” Austin shakes his head as if that’d be the most embarrassing answer possible.

“I got it.” My face lights up with the memory. It was a stupid fucking party, but a great story. “A yacht. On a deck. With my Spanish teacher.”

A chorus of “ohhs!” erupt as I knew they would. This story works every time.

“Details, man. We need details,” Austin goads.

“Last year, my friend invited me to some fancy yacht party for his father’s fiftieth, when lo and behold, who shows up? The hot student teacher from my Spanish class. And hell, we all thought she was banging with those long pencil skirts, but that held nothing to her in a fire-engine red bikini. Ended up she was working the event serving food, but that didn’t stop me from working my charms.”

“You nailed her on the deck?” Sean’s brows rise.

“Yeah, at the end of the night. The party was mostly over anyway, the boat was docked, and only a few people were hanging around. I could tell she was into me, though. We’d been eye-fucking each other the entire day. Add in a few drinks, a shared hatred for a fucked up school administration . . .”

“Our little boy’s all grown up.” Austin mimes wiping fake tears from beneath his eyes, “I’m so proud.”

Trent slaps the back of Austin’s head. “You’re such an idiot.”

Austin levels Trent with a stare. “You have to admit that’s a baller move.”

“It’s impressive.” Trent nods, his lips pulling wide with a smirk. “If it’s true.”

Austin and Sean let loose a chorus of “ohhs” and they all watch for my reaction. I get it. The story seems far-fetched, but it’s the truth. “I wouldn’t make this up.”

“You’re telling me a woman who is what, at least a solid four years your senior is gonna risk her future career to play with your dick?”

“About that. . .” I wince at the truth, not my proudest moment. “I lied about my age. Told her I’d just turned eighteen. She’d finished her semester, so in her defense she didn’t think she was breaking any rules.”

“That’s bad, Leighton.” Trent shakes his head but he’s smiling.

“Like this one can talk.” Austin shoves his thumb in Trent’s direction. “He was the biggest dick before he started dating Lexi. Remember Tasty Tuesdays?” He stares whimsically out the bus window.

Sean nods, his face fighting a full smile. “Don’t forget about Slutty Sundays.”

“I am a reformed manwhore. I admit it.” Trent chuckles and lays out his cards. “And I just beat all your sorry asses.” Four aces. Yeah, he did.

“Fuck that.” Sean throws his cards down face first and takes the deck from Trent. “I’ll deal next.”

“Hey, there’s something we need to talk about.” Trent’s gaze turns somber and his voice lowers.

Returning his stare, I’m proud of myself for keeping my features neutral. “Okay.” Shit. Why do I suddenly feel I’m being called into my father’s den for a lecture?

“Opal’s important to us.” Austin interrupts. “All of us.”

“Okay . . .” My gaze floats from Trent to Austin. Is this their way of warning me off? Because just come out and say it.

“She’s not used to this lifestyle, the road, the spotlight, and I don’t want to see her get hurt.” Austin levels his gaze, impressive since he’s easily three sheets to the wind.

“Okay, yeah. I get it.” I nod. I wonder whether Opal is still awake or even listening. The sleeping quarters aren’t soundproof, but if she has headphones or is fast asleep she wouldn’t be able to hear. I debate what to say next because all three stare back, expectantly waiting for more. I won’t tell them how drawn I am to her. Or how every time she does something sweet it makes me want to get down and dirty. Instead I reach for a truth that should keep everyone happy. “She’s really special.”

“See, man!” Trent clasps Austin on the back. “Told you. Nothing to worry about. He gets it. She’s good. We’re all good.”

Austin relaxes, but continues staring.

I’ve practiced the innocent look for most of my life. It’s the way I’ve dodged a lot of shit. Pasting on my most charming grin, I hold my hand across the table for Austin. “We good?”

He gives in to a grin, returning my handshake with enthusiasm. “Yeah, we’re good.”