I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I couldn’t believe I was about to get on a freakin’ tour bus and be their damn part-time PA until they can hire a full-time one. I swear that was Conor’s ulterior motive. He denied it, but I think he’s full of shit. “Bus, Mama!” Milka squealed as I lifted her out of the car. “Big bus!” “Sure is, baby girl. You wanna go on the big bus?” “Yeah!” She grabbed for it. “You can’t play with it, Milka.” Conor laughed from behind us, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing us both. “You can live on it for a while, though.” She gasped in her overdramatic way. “Bunna, too?” “Bunna, too.” “And Dadda?” “Yep.” “And Mama?” She looked at me. “And Mama,” I clarified. Just how it should be. The three of us together, the way it should have always been. I knew Conor still hadn’t forgiven me entirely, and that was okay. He didn’t have to forgive me. I didn’t hold it against him, because we had trust now. He trusted that I wouldn’t run, and I trusted t

This was truly crazy. I didn’t know the first thing about managing a band, much less four twenty something guys, and I sure as hell am not used to living on a bus and out of hotels. And if Martin finds out? I am done for. I am so, so done.I should probably run out of that door right away before Chloe got down. I should have probably run and make up some crazy lie about needing to drive to get something for the wedding and leaving my phone at home.Only . . . I couldn’t. I made my bed the second I drove away from the Diazs, and now I had to lie in it. No matter how uncomfortable the mattress.“Hi! Are you Elena?”I looked up at a blond-haired girl holding a toddler on her hip. From TMZ, I recognized the little girl instantly as Conor James’s daughter and the woman holding her as her mom.“Yeah. Hi.” I stood awkwardly.“Hi! I’m Chloe.” Chloe grinned and placed the little girl down. “Milka, stay here, okay?”“’Kay.” Milka followed it up by tottering across the lobby with a dolly trailin

AIDENLong, dark hair. Mesmerizingly dark eyes. Pouty pink lips. A soft jaw. Eyelashes longer than a doll’s.And a really great fucking pair of tits.This was my new PA? And I was expected not to fuck her. Good job, Chloe. Good damn job.I approached her, this Elena, and stopped in front of her. Her eyes climbed up my body until they met mine, and she held my gaze steadily. No wavering, no lip quivering, no blushing. If it wasn’t for the way her tongue was flicking against her bottom lip, I’d say she couldn’t give a shit she was standing in front of me.“Elena,” I said slowly, trying her name out. It rolled off my tongue perfectly. “Hey.”“Hello,” she replied demurely, holding my gaze for a second longer.Demure. Shit. I didn’t do demure. But then again, I couldn’t do her, so what does it matter?“You think you can keep up with a rocker’s lifestyle?”“I’ll give it my best shot.”My lips tugged to the side. “I’m sure you will, darlin’. Are you used to showin’ girls out of hotel rooms?”

“When you wake up tomorrow there’ll be a phone and credit card in reception waitin’ for you, and you will take it. And, Elena?” I cupped her jaw and forced her eyes upward. They crashed into mine, blazing with annoyance, and I tilted my face toward hers, enjoying the hitch in her breath. “For someone concerned about my manners, you have a serious lack of them. When I talk to you, you fuckin’ look at me. Understand?”Wordlessly, she stepped back, and I let my hand fall. She nodded once, quickly, and yanked on the door handle. She disappeared inside the room in a split second, leaving me standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the closed white door.Wondering why the fuck her annoyed gaze was riddled with fear.The Stadium was in darkness except for the stage. Silence filled the stands, but the first few rows and stage were, again, a different story. Final practices were always fucking crazy, because there was always something that needed changing before tomorrow’s sound check.Li

Was I really this weak with Martin?Am I really so afraid and run-down that knocking on a door was fear-inducing?Dammit all to hell.I slapped my hands against my cheeks hard. “Pull yourself together, Elena!” I whispered.“Talkin’ to yourself is the first sign of insanity,” a voice behind me said.I turned and looked at Bray. Or was it Titus? Dammit, they looked so alike. I dropped my eyes to his left arm. A pocket-watch tattoo peeked out from beneath the sleeve of his tight-fitting shirt. Bray.“Then I’m probably already halfway there.” My lips twitched.“Did you just work out who I am by my tattoo?” He pointed to his inner bicep.My cheeks heated. “Um. Yes.”Bray’s lips formed a wide grin, and his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Smart. It’s kinda awkward when a girl can’t tell you apart from your twin.”My face got even warmer at his insinuation. “I didn’t want to be rude and ask, but I guess that was kind of rude anyway.”“It was cute.” He winked. “For the record, I’m the better lo