to look at him, concern clouding her pretty brown eyes. “It has a pink leather cover and is about so big.” She made a rectangular shape with her fingers about the size of a four by six snapshot photo.
“Did you have it out when we were working on your presentation? Maybe it’s with your notes and stuff.”
She shook her head. “It’s not for the book. My journal is full of my private thoughts.”
“Are they thoughts about my privates?” He prodded her in the rear with his achingly hard cock in case she’d forgotten which privates he was referring to.
She laughed softly. “A few,” she said. “I really need to find it. It’s important.”
“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere,” he said. “Let’s check the bed first.”
He tried easing her back to the bed, but she pulled away.
“It’s not in the bed, Logan. Help me find it.”
They tore the room apart and after getting dressed, Toni went down to the conference room to see if it had fallen out of her bag during her presentation. He found her at the front desk asking if anyone had turned it in to lost and found. Toni’s shoulders sagged when the clerk shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it,” Logan said “If it doesn’t turn up, then someone will get an interesting read about my privates.”
“But I wrote secrets in there. Not just secrets about me. Or you. About everyone in the band.”
“Maybe it’s in the limo.”
Unfortunately they’d already missed their window of opportunity to grab a quickie in their hotel bed, but maybe he could distract her from her worries in the limo. When they climbed inside the waiting car, half the band was already inside.
Fuck. These guys again.
“Did you even comb your hair?” Max asked Logan.
Logan tried smoothing his unruly curls. “No.”
“We have a television appearance in an hour, and you look like your head lost a fight with a wolverine.”
“So I’ll skip it. No one gives two shits about the bassist anyway.”
“You aren’t skipping it,” Max said.
“We didn’t even have time for breakfast.” He glanced at Steve for backup, but Steve’s head was leaning back against the seat, and he was undoubtedly asleep behind his sunglasses.
“Won’t be the first time or the last,” Max said.
Toni tried to calm Logan’s curls with her fingertips and a bit of spit. Logan was tired of all these stupid promotional events. They interfered with his sleep. With his hobbies. With the time he could spend with Toni. He longed for the days when all he had to do was stay sober enough to find the stage and the rest of his time was his own.
“Are you dropping me off at the arena? Or do I need to find a cab?” Toni asked.
“You aren’t following us to the TV station?” Max asked. “We don’t do many morning shows. This will probably be your only opportunity to catch any behind-the-scenes footage.”
“I’m with Colby and the crew today. They start assembling that stage early. And all my equipment is on the bus anyway.”
“Let’s hope they have my platform fixed,” Logan grumbled. “I don’t know why we need all the fanfare anyway.”
“You know the fans expect us to top the previous year’s stage setup every concert season,” Max said.
“And when did we start doing what’s expected of us?”
“About ten years ago when we hit the top of the record charts for the first time. Why are you so pissy this morning?” Max asked.
Logan scrubbed his face with both hands. “I’m just tired.”
“We’ve barely gotten started on this tour,” Max said. “If you think you’re tired now, wait until we take on the rest of the world and the jet lag kicks in.”
“We should fire Sam and go indie,” Steve said.
So he wasn’t asleep.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Max said. “We don’t do many morning events. Fucking suck it up.”
“Going indie sounds great to me,” Logan said. “Is Sam still shopping the rights to our next album?” He didn’t remember signing a new contract after they’d fulfilled their previous one with the release of their last album.
“He’s holding out for more cash,” Steve said.
“Where the hell is Dare?” Max asked.
“Do you think he’ll side with you?” Steve asked. “I’m sure he’s tired of all this bullshit too.”
“You’re not really considering going indie, are you?” Toni asked.
“Yes,” said Steve.
“No,” said Max.
“Maybe,” said Logan.
The door opened, and Dare tumbled in. He was barefoot and shirtless. Butch followed him into the car, carrying Dare’s boots and T-shirt.
“Where’s Reagan?” Butch asked, his eyes searching each face in the