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can’t argue with that. But imagine how fun it’s going to be trying to tame her.”
    “I don’t know, I think I like her the way she is. Might even be what drew me in when I met her. She was so pissed off, but she had this look in her eye like she could either talk to me or rip my balls off and be happy either way.”
    “Pfft, that’s something special.” Easton grabs an apple out of the basket on the table, taking a bite then spitting it out.
    “Fake one?”
    “I don’t get it. Lark stages this damn bus like it’s a house for sale. We’ve never even had real fruits or vegetables until she moved in. Now I have fake one’s busting my teeth.”
    “Is this all part of the ‘taming her’ process?”
    “Oh, fuck off.”
    Laughing, I reach behind me and grab a real apple off the counter, handing it to him. “See the difference now, chief?”
    “If you tell her about this, I’ll make you regret it. Don’t think I don’t have ideas, Lane.”
    “It’s already forgotten.”
    “Good. So, how long is Noelle staying with you? I need to know what I’m in for. I’ll either have Lark all to myself, since you two will be fucking like rabbits, or she’ll want to hang out with you guys as much as possible before Noelle leaves and I’ll get shit.”
    “Don’t know what to say about that, but two weeks was all I could get her to agree to.”
    “You, my friend, need a grand gesture. Something she can’t say no to.”
    When Noelle agreed to two weeks, it seemed like a lifetime considering all we had were short Skype sessions online. Now that I’m about to see her, all I can focus on is how fast those two weeks are going to go—and what we’ll do when it’s time for her to leave.
    Our bus driver takes some of the weight off my shoulders when he yells, “We’re pulling into your building, fellas.”
    Knowing I’m only a couple days away from seeing Noelle makes coming home that much sweeter. Generally, ending a tour leaves my head spinning; after having every minute of every day planned out for months at a time, I usually struggle to get back into a normal routine. With her here, all I want to do is get lost in her for as long as she’ll let me.
    I’m ready for the lights to dim and the rest of the world to fade away.

“Come on, Lane. Leave your OCD on the bus!” Dom yells from the inside of the elevator he’s holding open for me.
    Even though he’s in a hurry, I take my time. While they’re ready to go to their places and fuck around before the girls get home, my condo is going to be the same way I left it—dark and empty. “It won’t kill you to wait another minute.”
    “I spend more of my life waiting for you than I do for my own girlfriend.”
    “I can’t help that I have standards. And that you’re a slob.”
    “What the fuck ever. All I care about is that our last show is almost here, and then we’re hitting up Lola’s for my birthday after that. Bring on the pussy and beer, gentlemen.”
    “Pretty sure you can’t say ‘pussy’ and ‘gentlemen’ in the same sentence and be considered one, asshole,” Easton says as he smacks him on the back of the head.
    “It’s my party and I can say whatever the hell I want.”
    “Why Lola’s?” I ask them from the opposite side of the elevator. There’s nothing classy about the club that sits just over the line in Jersey. Lola’s pink exterior has stood in the same beat-up town since I was a kid.
    Before moving to Manhattan, Sea Port’s where I called home. Up until the band hit it big, the city was nothing more than a dream I could never afford—and one of the few places I was sure happiness existed.
    Dom stares at me like I’m crazy for questioning him. “Why not Lola’s?”
    When I don’t come up with a reason fast enough, something that will keep Sea Port in my distant memory instead of reliving it tomorrow night, the doors open on the tenth floor of The Towers. Easton files out, popping his head back in to ask, “You’re in,