Chapter 137: Matt

He returned to the suite feeling relief that the sub was no longer there, but neither was Stephon. Matt picked up his favorite guitar, sank into the plush cushions of the couch, and began playing. He was no Krispin Righteous, the lead singer of their band, but he'd trained in classical music and tended to revert when troubling thoughts filled his brain. The hard rock band-bunnies would think he'd grown a second head if they heard the soft romantic melody of Brahms, which was never meant for guitar, though his talented fingers somehow made it work.

He didn't hear the door, but when his eyes opened Stephon stood, rooted to the spot, just inside the entryway. "Did something bad happen that I need to know about?"

Stephon knew Matt only played classical music when his thoughts troubled him. "No, nothing bad." He didn't expand the sentiment and he knew Stephon could tell his mood was off.

"You didn't stick around for a morning quickie," he chided.

"That's more your thing, not mine," Matt qu