Gideon grinned and handed the mug over.
"Don't look at me like that," I warned.
"I'm seriously not happy with you telling me I can't go somewhere."
"We're talking specifically about a rock concert and I didn't say you couldn't go, just that you can't go without me.
I'm sorry you don't like it, but it is what it is."
"Who says it's rock? Maybe it's classical.
Or Celtic.
Or pop."
"Six-Ninths signed with Vidal Records."
"Oh."
Vidal Records was run by Gideon's stepfather, Christopher Vidal Sr., but Gideon had controlling interest.
I wondered how a boy grew up to take over his stepfather's family business.
I figured whatever the reason was, it was also why Gideon's half brother, Christopher Jr., hated him to the extreme.
"I've seen videos of their indie shows," he said dryly.
"I'm not risking you to a crowd like that."
I sucked down a big gulp of coffee.
"I get it, but you can't order me around."
"Can't I? Shh."
He placed his fingers over my lips.
"Don't argue.
I'm not a tyrant.
I may occasionally have concerns, and you'll be sensible about acknowledging them."
I shoved his hand away.
"'Sensible' being whatever you've decided is best?" "Of course."
"That's bullshit."
He stood.
"We're not going to fight over a hypothetical situation.
You asked me to go to the concert with you on Friday and I said yes.
There's nothing to argue about."
Setting my coffee on the nightstand, I kicked off the covers and slid out of bed.