Don’t Fall For A Dreamer (Wayward Lane Backstage #3)

Epilogue

JESSE

A WEEK LATER

“ A re you two going to suck face for the entire plane ride?”

I reluctantly stopped kissing Evert and met Brodie’s snarky question with my best finger.

We were in the band’s private jet, getting ready for takeoff. First we were flying to LA, refuelling, then headed to Japan. The past few days had been a chaotic mess, getting everything packed and dealing with last minutes details. Evert and I hardly had any time with each other.

Until today. And I had a feeling that we were about to join the mile high club in no short order…

“Where’s Van?” I asked.

“Sleeping.”

“Already?”

“He was in hyper organizing mode last night, as he always is before a tour, so I helped him relax. Wore him out good,” Brodie chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. “Oversharing as usual.”

“Have you thought any more about my idea?” Brodie asked.

“Which one?”

This time, it was Brodie’s turn to give me a rude gesture.

“Performing with us, smart ass.”

“Oh, that.” I leaned back in my seat. “I’d love to.”

Brodie’s eyes widened. He glanced at Evert, and my boyfriend smiled back.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Brodie replied. “I just thought, you know, I’d have to keep nagging the fuck out of you.”

“Save that for your husband,” I quipped.

“Hilarious.”

Averell stalked down the aisle, looking stressed. “Have either of you heard from Ace? He hasn’t boarded yet and we’re supposed to leave in ten minutes.”

“He’s probably doing a last check of the cargo manifest,” I offered.

Averell held up his phone and started tapping.

“He’s not answering my texts. I’ll try calling.”

With his phone to his ear, Averell headed back down the aisle. I wasn’t worried. Ace never missed a flight. I’m sure he had a good reason for being held up.

Brodie, meanwhile, crossed his arms and stared at us.

“Well?” Brodie glared at Evert.

“Well, what?” Evert replied.

“You gonna treat Jesse right?”

Huh?

“Dee—” I started, surprised at his comment. Surprised, and touched by my friend’s concern.

“It’s okay.” Evert squeezed my hand tightly. “And yes, Brodie, I intend to do just that.”

“So, this is love?” Brodie asked.

“Fuck yes,” Evert and I replied at the same time.

Brodie’s smirk turned into a wicked grin. “I knew it.”

“Oh really?” I taunted.

“I had a gut feeling that something sparked when we were in LA last year. But I wasn’t totally sure until that photo shoot a month ago,” he admitted, smug as hell. “Called another one.”

“Maybe you should give up the singing career and become a matchmaker,” I teased.

Brodie turned around and bent over. “Kiss my world-famous?—”

“Dee.”

Van was suddenly standing in the aisle, shaking his head.

“Behave,” Van warned.

“Make me.”

Van’s face flushed as he reached for his husband, gripping Brodie’s arms and pulling him in tight, silencing him with a kiss.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Van murmured.

Brodie glanced over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows.

I turned to Evert and sighed. “Eight months of this. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m ready for anything.”

“Anything?” I asked. “How about when we get back, you move in with me?”

Evert kissed me soundly.

“Cari?o, I’m already packed.”

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