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Laney darts a look to Tobias before plastering on a pout. “I guess I wasn’t thinking. I saw your tour bus coming up and had to do something to stop it before it drove past me.”
“When this is all over, we’re going to have a chat,” I say before turning to Tobias. “Can we leave now? Ron has stuff for us early tomorrow.”
“What about my car? I don’t want to leave it here,” Laney says in a huff.
“You have two choices, Laney. You either ride with us to Rocktoberfest, or stay with your car. Your choice,” Tobias explains plainly.
Not waiting for her answer, I return to the bus, with Tobias right behind me. What was supposed to be an easy drive is becoming a nightmare.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Tobias
Not even fifteen minutes back on the road, Laney starts whining that she doesn’t have a place to sleep.
“Black Rock is about ten hours away, Laney. No one’s going to sleep,” Raef says, trying to assuage her and elude further bitching. “If you’re that tired, you can crash on the sofa here.”
“You can have my bed,” Callum offers. “I can sleep on this comfy couch.” He pats the cushion next to him.
“I don’t think I should sleep in a room with other men. I don’t trust men,” she says with a pinched expression. “Except for Danny. He’s a gentleman.”
Danny opens his mouth, but I discreetly shake my head at the singer. He quickly snaps it shut.
Laney must have seen this because she says, “Do you want to share your bed with me, Danny?”
My spine snaps straight and the possessive side of me vaults to the stratosphere at her suggestion.
No one sleeps with Danny but me,I want to demand. I’m about to say so, and spew some bullshit security reason, but Danny beats me to it.
“That’s not happening, Laney. One, it’s not professional. And two, I’m gay. I told you that. And I have a boyfriend. You can either take Callum’s bunk, or you can have the soft sofa,” he says with a gentle formality that doesn’t reach his dark blue eyes.
Laney’s shoulders slump and she drops next to Bobby. “I guess I can take Callum’s bed—if you don’t mind.” She glances to the bassist.
“I don’t mind at all. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise,” Callum says as he gets up and grabs the beer out of Bobby’s hand.
It’s his third beer in twenty minutes. Seriously, the band needs to keep an eye on that one. If Bobby’s not careful, he’ll end in rehab with a fuck-ton of worse problems. I’ve seen it first hand from an uncle on my mother’s side. I look around for Pen, who seems to have a handle on Bobby, but the bodyguard isn’t in sight.
“Well, it’s nice and all to chat, but I need to freshen up, because it’s been a rough few days. Is there a clean bathroom?” Laney scans the men with her hands on her hips. Everyone, except Danny, shies away from her scrutiny. “There’s my answer.”
“You can use my bathroom,” Danny offers. “There are clean towels in the small closet next to the door.”
“Thank you, Danny.” She touches his arm. “I’ll clean up after I’m done. Promise.” She then flounces—yes, flounces, out of the room.
Not one band member speaks until there’s the click of a closed door.
Then Connor drops into one of the seats and points to Danny. “I blame this shit on you. I told you to fire her before we left for Rocktoberfest. She’s nothing but a pain in the ass.”
“What was I supposed to do? Fire her right after she got beat up? Fuck no. I’ll wait until after this event is over and break it to her gently.”
“You and your fucking gently,” Connor counters with an arm swinging out in annoyance.
Silence. Then a roar of laughter ensues, all pointing at Danny.
“You all can suck off, especially you, Wildman.” Danny grabs a small square pillow and hurls it at the drummer’s head. He ducks, but snatches it up mid-air and sails it right back, hitting Raef in the face instead.
“I didn’t know this job was more babysitting than security,” John mutters under his breath.
I chuckle. “I guess.” Connor’s glare shoots to John and then to me, while Raef, Bobby, and Callum launch themselves at each other with headlocks and knuckle rubs. All the while Danny sits back and watches the ruckus.