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did. Maybe because they had known each
other for so much longer and she wasn’t afraid to tell him off.
    “Trey
called me, worried that he’d done something wrong. He didn’t do anything, did
he?” It was more an accusation than an inquiry.
    Ethan
watched the man in question lean close and whisper to Brian. The pair laughed
together, Brian smacking Trey in the chest. Some inside joke probably. He
looked down at Reagan to squelch the jealousy burning up his throat.
    “Not
that I know of,” Ethan answered Reagan’s question. “What was he like with Brian
before he became interested in me?”
    Reagan
gazed out at the stage where the two guitarists were jamming together while Sed
prowled the front of the stage and Jace hung toward the back. “Pretty much the
same as he is now. I hear the guys joking about how Trey used to try to steal
kisses from Brian, though I’ve never seen him do it. You can tell they’re still
close.”
    Really
close. Ethan’s eyes narrowed as Trey resting against Brian’s back as they
performed a dueling solo.
    “But
they’re just friends. Relax.” Reagan slapped Ethan in the center of his chest.
“I’ve seen how he is with you. He loves you with all his heart, Ethan. Don’t
let your unnecessary jealousy compromise what you have with him.”
    “What we have with him,” Ethan said.
    “Right.”
    “Uh,
sorry to interrupt,” said a chesty young woman in unflattering glasses. Ethan
knew she was writing some sort of biography on Exodus End, but he couldn’t
recall her name.
    “Toni,”
Reagan said, her tone chastising. “Where’s your corset?”
    “I’m
working,” Toni said. “I need to hook up your head camera before you get onstage.”
    She
held up a black headband with an attached lens.
    “You
promised you’d wear that corset. Aggie went to all that trouble to get it ready
in time.”
    Toni
looked behind her—not once but twice—before she opened the ugly sweater she had
buttoned up to her throat. She gave Reagan—as well as Ethan—a peek at acres of
cleavage spilling from the top of a fitted black leather corset.
    “I
am wearing it as promised. But I had to cover up,” she whispered harshly,
“because all the guys were too busy staring at my chest to follow
instructions.”
    She
jerked the sweater closed and buttoned it again. Ethan blinked to clear his
muddled thoughts. While Toni helped Reagan put the camera on her head—she
looked absolutely fucking ridiculous in the get-up—Toni watched Ethan out of
the corner of her eye.
    “Do
you watch both Trey and Reagan perform every night?” she asked Ethan.
    Reagan
had informed him that Toni knew about their unusual relationship, but he wasn’t
prepared to answer any questions about it. He didn’t like the idea that a
writer knew about them. It would be so easy for her to leak their secret to the
world. But Reagan trusted her, so Ethan supposed he had no choice but to trust
her as well. That didn’t mean he’d willingly share information about his
personal life, however. He didn’t care who the woman was.
    “Mostly,”
he said, shifting his body away from her, hoping she’d take a hint.
    Ignoring
his body language, Toni asked, “So do you also play guitar? I mean since both
of your lovers do, it would seem only natural.”
    “It’s
none of your business.”
    She
bit her lip, and her friendly smile faded. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
    “Jeez,
Ethan, chillax,” Reagan said. “She’s just asking a simple question.” She turned
to Toni and clasped her hands in hers. “He doesn’t play. I tried to teach him
once. Thought it would be sexy to slide up behind his big, strong body and show
him a few chords. But he’s all thumbs.”
    They
laughed together at his expense, and Ethan was pretty sure he was glowering.
Even though Reagan’s claim was generous—Ethan was worse than all thumbs, he was
more like all hams—he didn’t appreciate her sharing information about him with
this, this . . .