and Kit, the talented actress who’d been friends with the members of Schoolboy Choir since the start of both her and their careers.
Still, it was probably better for Kit if she didn’t get involved with Noah. David loved the other man like a brother, but Noah’s loyalty to a woman lasted hours at most. Soon as the sex was over, he was gone.
It was something David had never understood about Noah, because in every other way, the guitarist was reliable and blood loyal. He never fucked around when it came to the music, never made things difficult for his bandmates, had once driven an hour in a snowstorm at four in the morning to pick David up when his car broke down.
And the thing was, all those women? They didn’t seem to make Noah happy.
David had brought up the subject once, worried Noah was in a bad place. The guitarist had held his gaze, then tipped his beer in David’s direction, saying, “I’m just a bastard, David. It’s genetic.”
That’s all David had gotten out of him, but two days later, Noah had written a song titled “Broken” that had fucking torn out David’s heart and become a number-one single around the world. David didn’t know how to fix what was broken in his friend, and neither did Abe or Fox. All they could do was be there for Noah should he ever decide to talk.
If he did, David had a feeling it would be to Fox. Schoolboy Choir’s lead singer had never divulged what he knew about Noah’s problems, but David had woken some days on tour to find Fox had stayed up till dawn with Noah. As if he understood the demons were howling for blood and Noah needed the backup.
“You heard from Thea lately?” Abe’s casual question had David’s attention snapping back to Schoolboy Choir’s keyboard player.
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Just wondering.” A shrug. “Did you see the way she handled that dustup in London?” The other man whistled. “I could almost hear the paps whimpering. I pity the poor sucker who wants to breach her defenses.”
“Her strength is part of her and it makes her amazing,” David said through gritted teeth.
“I totally agree. I fucking love Thea.” Abe shrugged, muscles rippling under the black T-shirt all but painted to his body. “She’s got serious thorns though—man will have to be determined as hell if he wants to get through.”
David realized he’d been expertly played by his friend into betraying far too much. “Yeah,” he said and left it at that, damn sure Abe had figured out exactly who David was picking up at the airport.
He and Abe had been friends since the eighth day after David entered the private boarding school as a thirteen-year-old scholarship student who didn’t have designer anything and didn’t go to Aspen or St. Moritz on his vacations. Abe, by contrast, came from a seriously wealthy and influential family, one that had made its money in real estate but that also had a Supreme Court judge and a senator in its midst, not to mention a tenured professor and several high-powered attorneys.
The two of them should’ve had nothing in common. By rights, Abe should’ve been the kind of rich, entitled brat who tried to beat up on David. Instead, they’d managed to blow up something in chem lab the first time they’d been paired together in class—after making a mutual decision to “improve” the experiment—and had ended up in detention. Where they’d both groaned and said, “My mom’s going to kill me.”
That had been that. Despite their differences, the two of them had found they not only had strong family ties in common, but music too. David already knew he loved the rhythm and beat of the drums, while Abe had been playing classical piano since he was three, was gifted on the keys. Then had come the fateful meeting with Noah and Fox.
“What’s the grin for?” Abe asked, dark eyes curious.
“I was thinking about the choir tryout.” All four of them had sung flat and off-key on purpose that day,
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