Chapter 31

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It’s been almost a week since the accident with Vivian, and though I couldn’t stop thinking about that night, I managed to move on from it once Watson told me that he had talked to the police.

Vivian would face consequences for stalking and assault, and she wasn’t allowed in The Hot Spot anymore. In fact, she wasn’t allowed to be around me anymore, and if I did see her in close proximity, I’d have to call the police.

I hoped that wouldn’t happen.

I hoped she’d get the help she needed.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was still at the office getting some paperwork done when Willa called me. Picking up, I held the phone to my ear. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oh, not much. Just the fact that Morris is taking me to a cabin in the woods after tonight’s show.”

I pursed my lips. This sounded like the start of a horror movie. But Morris was a good man. I didn’t have any worries letting Willa go with him. “Sounds fun. Where is this cabin?”

“It’s like a thirty-minute drive from here. The cabin is his. Well, his parents’. But he can go up there whenever and he’s been talking about it for a while. I would take you with me, but I’m not sure that cabin is big enough for five more people.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you enjoy the weekend with Morris.”

“Thanks. Are you still at work?”

“Yes, but I’ll be finished soon. Why?”

“I was thinking we could go have dinner together before the show. There’s that new taco place we wanted to try, remember?”

My stomach growled the second she mentioned food. “That sounds perfect. When can you meet?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

I looked at the clock on my computer. “How about you come pick me up in thirty minutes?”

“Sounds good. See you then.”

“Great. Bye!” I hung up and looked at my phone to open my messages. Once I tapped on the group chat to text the guys.

Me

Hi. I’ll be coming to The Hot Spot with Willa later. No need to pick me up. But I’ll need a ride home after.

Leo was quick to start typing, and I waited for his message to pop up.

Leo

I hope you mean our home.

I laughed and typed a reply.

Me

Yes, your home. We wanted to watch that new movie after the show, remember?

Watson

Of course he forgot. His brain doesn’t work right unless he’s cooking.

Which is surprising…

Leo

Shut up, asshole.

I wondered if they were in the same room again, texting me at the same time. It happened before, and Kline had to take away their phones so they would stop arguing with each other.

Me

Alright now. I’m having dinner with Willa, then we’ll come watch the show. See you later :)

Leo

See you then, baby.

Bennett

Enjoy dinner. See you later, kitten.

Watson

Enjoy!

Kline

See you soon.

All their messages came at the same time, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of them all sitting around in their dressing room backstage, silently staring at their phones without looking at each other.

It was almost comical, but I liked how they were always so attentive and present when I texted them. They didn’t want to miss out.

***

Willa and I left the restaurant with a full belly and a satisfied smile on our faces. We couldn’t stop talking about how good the food was, and we even bought two single tacos to take with us on the ride to The Hot Spot.

“I swear to God…no other food has ever been so good. What have they put into this? Crack?”

I chuckled as I took another bite of my taco. “Most likely. God, this is truly the best.”

“You know when this food would hit even harder?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

“After a night out?”

“God, yes! Can you imagine? Now I just want to get drunk to eat this food with alcohol in my body.”

“We’ll do that next weekend,” I told her.

As much as I loved watching the guys’ shows, I felt like a little change would be good. I missed going out and dance with Willa. Though, I wasn’t so sure they guys would let me go so easily.

Not because they didn’t trust me, but I knew they still had Vivian on the back of their minds, worried that she could somehow find and hurt me like she had tried to do many times before.

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