"Yes, mistress." I bowed to her, earning a pinch to the back of my knee. "Follow me, Wheels." She pinched me again even harder.

Under normal circumstances, I would have offered to push her wheelchair but we'd been friends for more than ten years, and I knew her like the back of my hand. I could tell you all of her favorite foods, her pet peeves, what size and style her clothes were, and even what kind of tampons she preferred.

And I knew she wouldn't want me to push her wheelchair when we were going to meet new people she found attractive. She'd been battling for her independence her entire life, and I was behind her every step of the way. Because of her spina bifida, most people tried to tiptoe around her. I couldn't say I hadn't tried to smother her in those first few years we'd become friends, but now we'd figured it out. She liked it when I gave her shit and teased her since most people didn't.

The moment we were close enough, I smiled at the TCC members.

It was Sacha that spoke up first. "Hey."

"Hey. This is my friend Laila." I think I did this weird thing with my hand, drawing a sloppy line between the two of them, but I wasn't positive since I wasn't paying attention when Sacha thrust his hand out to shake my best friend's hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said after giving her his name.

Freddy and Julian did the same.

Honestly, I was relieved they didn't start acting weird or talking loudly. People had done that to her before for some reason I didn't completely understand. Did they think she had hearing problems because she was in a wheelchair? I wasn't sure, and it aggravated me a lot more than it bothered her.

It was the little things like that-how people treated one another-that mattered the most to me. I appreciated how normal they were being.

"What are you up to today?" Sacha asked.

"Hanging around here," I answered. "I need to unload the trailer and then we'll go grab something to eat."

The man I'd come to think inspired the creators of Hungry, Hungry Hippos brightened up at the mention of his favorite word, eat.

I didn't even need to ask Laila if it was okay to invite him-them-because I knew the answer. Plus, it would be kind of rude of me to not invite the man that had gone to eat with me in the past every time I'd asked. "We were going to get pho."

"I love pho," he replied.

Of course he did.

"He's really cute, Gaby," Laila stated as she helped me fold shirts behind the merch table a few hours later.

"Who? You were flirting with all of them except Gordo," I snickered with a laugh. Eli, Mase and Gordo had tagged along to go eat at our favorite pho joint, too.

"It's pointless to flirt with Gordo," she said like I didn't already know that. "And you know who I'm talking about."

Of course I did. She'd been pinching me under the table every time he spoke. The bruises were going to be happening later.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" she asked when all I did was groan in response.

I bent over to grab another pile of shirts that I'd messed up during a rush of customers the night before. "I don't know; I don't think so."

"Have you heard him talking to anyone for long periods of time?" Investigator Laila inquired.

"No." I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. "It isn't like I get to spend all day with him or anything, Lai. I'm in the venue most of the time; I don't know what goes on when I'm in here and everyone else is out there."

"I guess, but I think you'd know." She paused, handing me the two shirts she'd finished refolding. "I'm just saying, he's really cute and he seems like your type."

That had me turning my entire body around to give her a look.

"Okay, okay. He's just about everyone's type, but you two were flirting."

I choked. "We weren't flirting, we just joke around." A lot.

"That was flirting, you friggin' liar."

"Maybe a little bit-"

"He threw a balled-up straw cover at you and called you Princess twice," Laila stated.

I coughed. "We're always messing with each other-" I tried to explain before realizing that I was digging myself into a deeper hole. She just didn't get it.

She sighed and touched my knee. "That's not helping you win your case at all. I love you, and I want you to be happy, Gab. That's all."

"I am happy."

"You know what I mean."

I nodded at her, and nudged her hand back with mine. "I know, I know, and I swear I'm a lot better now than I was before I left."

Laila raised an eyebrow that she quickly covered by shaking a shirt out in front of her face. "You don't want to kill Brandon anymore then?"

"I'd settle for him getting a really bad case of hemorrhoids."

Laila threw her head back and laughed. "Bleeding, inflamed hemorrhoids."

There was a reason why our friendship had survived so many years. We high-fived each other.

When I pulled back, I had a big smile on my face. "If I never see him again, I'd be perfectly happy."

Hours later, I knew something was going on when Eli texted me.

Do u want to take the nite off.

Mason, Gordo and him loved their fans, but selling merch was something that none of them were particularly fond of. They couldn't get anything done because people wanted to talk to them more than they wanted to actually buy anything.

When I sent both Mason and Gordo messages and didn't get a response, my gut feeling was confirmed. Those two bitches kept their phones on them like the end of the world would be set into motion if they missed a call or a text message. Laila was sitting behind the merch table with me and offered to keep an eye on it after I showed her the message. I tried my best to get through the crowd as quickly as possible without having to elbow too many people. I'd barely made it to the hallway behind the stage when I spotted Gordo pacing outside of the green room.

His dark, nearly black eyes, widened when he saw me approaching. "Are you leaving?" he asked, scratching his eyebrow with a single index finger.

I shook my head in response. "No. What's going on?"

"Nothing," the son of a bitch answered too quickly. He was worse at lying than I was.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Gordis."

He winced and immediately sighed in defeat. The man was the easiest person in the universe to break. I would never trust him with a secret because he'd crack in no time. "Brandon is here."

I think that if I'd heard those words two months ago, more than likely I would have gone ballistic breaking things while on a war-path to destroy his face-wherever it was.

But the surprising part was that I found myself without the slightest urge to do just that. I mean, what kind of nerve did he have coming to a show he knew my brother was playing at? I never took Brandon to be that much of a dumbass, but I guess I'd misjudged him. I didn't want to see his face, and I definitely didn't understand where his balls came from.

This tour was my house. My family. My place.

And I sure as hell wasn't going to let him make me cower in hopes that I wouldn't see him. I'd given him too much power over my life in the month immediately after we broke up, and I would never give him or anyone the same again. I hoped.

Screw. That.

I nodded at Gordo and even smiled as his face took on an "oh shit" expression. "Okay."

I was fine, and that fucker would learn just how fine I was. Maybe I'd been completely caught off-guard when he broke things off, but I would bet he'd be way more surprised before the night was over. I made a beeline for The Cloud Collision's green room next door, knowing that they were the reason why Brandon was at the show.

He hated going to shows. He'd said that to me at least a hundred times in the two years we were together.

When I made it to the back room, I found Sacha and Isaiah inside preparing for the show. Sacha was standing in the corner of the room pulling things out of a small nylon bag I'd seen him go through before after the show. Inside of it was some kind of massager, tea, and an oil he applied to his throat before starting his vocal warm-up. He was already halfway dressed for the night in his slacks and undershirt. Isaiah ,on the other hand, had his guitar in his lap, plugged into a small practice amp. When Isaiah noticed me standing there, he motioned me inside.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Yeah, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you've seen Brandon?"

Sacha turned around. The expression on his face was one of pure curiosity.

"The guitar player in Screaming Ivy?" Isaiah asked.

It was an immediate response to want to gag at the mention of that terrible band but I held it back. What the hell had I been thinking, dating someone who played in a band with such a stupid name? "Yes."

"I think he's on the bus with Julian and Miles," Isaiah replied. Miles was the name of the bass player of TCC.

Sacha's lips twitched as he walked over to where Isaiah was sitting and parked his butt on the armrest. "Do you know him?"

I swear I couldn't help but snicker as I steeled my spine and prepared to go rip my ex a new asshole. "Yeah. I do." I rubbed my hands over my thighs and gave them a smile that was probably more vicious than it needed to be. "Thanks for telling me. Have a good show tonight, okay?"

I'd barely made it three steps out of the room when I felt a hand on my elbow. Without looking I knew it was Sacha who was tugging me back toward him. His eyes were wary. "Why do I feel like you're about to go do something bad?"

"Because I am," I chuckled, taking a step forward, a step closer to my mission. "I'm kidding. I swear I'm not going to do anything bad. I just need to go talk to him for a minute."

Those gray eyes swept across my face. "Are you friends?"

I cleared my throat and fought the urge to scratch my ear. "We used to date."

"That guy is your ex?" he asked after a brief pause.

He'd heard more than enough about my infamous ex from my family the night before. Especially from traitor Iza. Damn it.

I nodded completely unenthusiastically. "Yep."

He raised an eyebrow. "But you're not friends?"

I shook my head. I should have focused on the fact that he was so insistent on asking if my ex and I were friends or not, but I didn't. "No. I'd kick my own ass if we were friends."

Sacha smiled at me, this big, grand smile that could have lit up Main Street at Disneyland. "I'd help you if you want."

"You already have." I grinned at his flirty butt. "I promise I'm not going to do anything bad, you can go back and warm up."

"And miss whatever you're going to do? Nah."

The security guard in the back winked at me as we made our way out of the back door toward the bus. Sacha grabbed my forearm that time, easily matching my quick stride with his natural, normal one.

"What exactly are you planning on doing?"

"Ask him what the hell he's doing here." I think.

His large, warm hand tightened its grip. "Were you together for a long time?"

"Around two years," I mumbled, reaching for the door handle to the bus before flinging it open. I don't think I had ever run up those two steps faster than I did right then. I heard the voices in the bus before my foot even landed on the first one.

"-get the fuck out." I recognized Eli's voice immediately.

"It's not a big deal," the voice I hadn't heard in months greeted me in return when I made it to the top of the steps. The curtain was pulled closed so I couldn't see anyone at first.

"What in the fuck would make you think showing up here wouldn't be a big deal, you dumbass? Gaby's here, pickle dick!" my twin bellowed.

I don't think I had ever loved Eli more than I did in that moment standing at the top of the stairs with Sacha's warm body directly behind me. He was talking so loudly it could have been considered yelling, but I knew that Eli only genuinely yelled when he was excited about something, and he was definitely not excited to see Brandon.

"I invited him out," the voice I recognized as Julian's deep one spoke up.