Trey took Reagan’s hand. “Let’s go get on the plane.”
She was still gaping at Brian, so Trey had to give her a tug. She inhaled as if startled and looked at Trey. “Plane? Yeah, okay,” she said. She picked up the guitar case she had dropped.
Trey collected her suitcases. “We’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” he said.
Reagan said, “Nice to meet you all.”
“We’ll talk when you get off tour,” Myrna said. “I’d love to get the perspective of a female musician for the book I’m writing.”
“Sure,” Reagan agreed.
“I’ll be there in a few,” Brian said before continuing to say his good-byes with his wife. There was a lot of open-mouthed kissing involved in the process.
Carrying two guitar cases, Dare followed Trey and Reagan toward the back of the house where the airstrip was located.
“Sorry you didn’t get a better introduction,” Trey said to Reagan.
“It’s okay. Everyone’s excited about the new baby. I understand.”
“Brian isn’t going to handle this separation well,” Dare commented. “He’s going to need your support to get through this, Trey.”
Trey was always willing to support Brian. It felt kind of strange that Trey didn’t consider this an opportunity to try to get Brian to fall in love, or in bed, with him. Maybe Trey’s feelings for Brian were starting to change. “All the guys will be there for him. You know that,” Trey said.
“But he’ll need you most.”
“I never realized he was such a family man,” Reagan said. “I remember how crushed I was when I found out he’d gotten himself married and was no longer available. He really loves his wife though. I can tell.”
“Those two are forever,” Trey said and smiled.
When they reached the sleek black jet, Reagan entered first. She started squealing excitedly as soon as she was onboard. “This is amazing! Oh my God! I’ve never been on a private jet before.”
Trey and Dare followed her aboard. They watched her dart about the cabin as she inspected the wet bar and the entertainment center. The comfortable leather captain chairs, the sofa, and the bathroom. “Room in here for sex,” she announced.
A surge of lust pulsed through Trey’s groin. Their make-out session in the limo that morning already had his motor running in second gear, and that little comment shifted it into third.
“Yeah there is,” Dare murmured to Trey out of the corner of his mouth.
Trey was certain Dare knew that from experience.
“Reagan, sweetheart, you really need to work on your cool rock star veneer while you’re on tour with Sinners,” Dare said. “No matter how excited you are about something, you have to pretend it’s the most f**king boring thing you’ve ever encountered. It’s pretty much expected that you act that way. Like it or not, honey, you’re a rock star now.”
“I am?”
Dare nodded.
“Okay,” Reagan said. “I’ll try.” She pretended to stifle a yawn. “I can’t believe this jet doesn’t have an Olympic-sized swimming pool and full spa facilities. How can I be expected to exist under these horrible conditions? Where’s my f**kin’ beer? It better be cold.” She glanced at Dare, who laughed. “How’s that?”
“Much better.”
“I should probably warn you that Sinners don’t live like this,” Trey said. “Not even close.”
“I can’t wait to see the inside of your tour bus,” Reagan said. “I usually have to suck off at least two roadies to get in to see a band.”
Trey gaped at her and she laughed.
“I’m kidding,” she said.
When he relaxed, she added, “It usually only takes one.”
Dare tossed his head back and laughed until Trey thought he might pass out from lack of air. “She is so perfect for you, little brother.”
Trey couldn’t argue. He happened to agree.
***
Reagan kept one eye on the open door of the jet waiting for Brian Sinclair to make an appearance. She would do her damnedest not to go ape shit ballistic when she saw him, but as much as she’d been starstruck the first time she’d met Trey and the members of Exodus End, when she’d seen Brian she’d almost had a coronary. The man had entirely changed her life. If he hadn’t influenced her style of guitar-playing, she wouldn’t be in the incredible position at all. Still, she didn’t want to annoy him by prostrating herself at his feet or damaging his eardrums with rapturous squeals.
She heard voices outside the open door of the jet and her body stiffened.
“Are you nervous?” Trey asked. He reached across the aisle and took her hand to give it an encouraging squeeze.
“A little. I’ll try not to embarrass myself.”
“Why would you embarrass yourself?”
“Because I’m about to be trapped on a jet for more than two hours with the Brian Sinclair.”
“Last night you got laid by the Trey Mills.”
“And it was amazing,” she said, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling to express her bliss.
“If you play your cards right, you might get laid by the Trey Mills in the bathroom back there in about half an hour.” Trey nodded over his shoulder to the back of the plane.
“Do I get a hint?”
“A hint?”
“On how to play my cards right?”
“You’ve been playing them right since the moment I laid ears on you. Don’t change a thing.”
“The moment you laid ears on me?”
“Yep, nothing sexier than the way Brian Sinclair plays a guitar, except finding a woman who plays just like him.”
There he went again referring to Brian in a way that most men never would. She supposed they would be closer than most friends, seeing as they spent most of their lives crammed in a tour bus together. Still, something felt a little off about their relationship. Maybe it would make more sense to her when she spent more time watching how they interacted.
“Do you think Brian will show me some of his techniques?” Reagan asked. “Or are they secrets?”
“I’m sure he’d be happy to work with you. Hopefully it will take his mind off having to leave his family.”
Trey stared down at his thumbs. There had been a time when Sinners had been Brian’s family. And then he’d married Myrna. And now that he had Malcolm… Trey wasn’t sure where he fit in the man’s life anymore.