We’ll be fine.” Truth be told, I was sure that GNM probably was expecting me to dig into Destitute’s comings and goings during the tour, but we would figure it all out.
“I hope so, but you’re probably right. I’m just going to have to be careful about the guys being followed around, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She pressed the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, and then rallied, deciding to let it go for now and flashing me a smile. “It’ll be fun for me to have you there with us, despite whatever problems we may face. The guys’ schedules are packed. This way, I’ll have company too.”
“There’s the silver lining.” I smiled. It would be fun to spend some quality time with her. Between both of us having started new jobs recently and her fiancé, we hadn’t had enough sister time in the past couple of months. “Now that we’re on the topic of the guys, how’re they all doing?”
I’d been looking for an opening to ask her that question casually since she’d arrived. Not to dig for information for an article, but because I happened to be fostering something of a crush on Jared’s moody brother, Caleb. Even though I’d never admit it to Alicia and even though I’d framed my question in general terms, it was really only Caleb I was interested in hearing about.
My wildly in love sister, however, started the update on the band members with Jared, and it took forever for her to move on from him. It wasn’t hard to understand why she’d fallen for the guy. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. A charismatic performer with a reputation for being tons of fun, Jared had captured hearts all over the world.
He was the stuff that dreams and fantasies were made of, especially since it turned out that he was also kind and smart—something he had managed to keep from the public pretty effectively.
Until he met Alicia though, those were all women had of him: dreams and fantasies. The man milked the rock-star lifestyle for all it was worth and didn’t show one hint of settling down.
Now, however, the tattooed, former bad boy was a committed, one-woman man, and he wasn’t afraid to let the world know it. It was cute actually.
Alicia was yammering on about some of the antics that he, Nick, and Matt had been getting up to during the promo for the upcoming tour. Nick Masters and Matt Tillman, rhythm guitarist and bassist for Destitute, were often cited alongside Jared when it came to ridiculous pranks or crazy stunts.
They were both super popular with the ladies as well. All the men of Destitute were, though. Matt’s divine hazel eyes and sweeping light brown fringe were iconic, as was his easygoing smirk and charming ways. Unlike the other four members of his band, Matt’s skin was unmarked of any tattoos, and fans around the world were dying to see if, when, and for whom he would finally ink up.
Nick, on the other hand, was rumored to have gotten his first tattoo at sixteen, and he’d kept going since. Now twenty-seven, his back and arms were like works of art, adorned with pictures and words that supposedly told the story of his life to those who knew what to look for.
According to Alicia, his personality was exactly as laidback and easygoing as it was reported to be. I knew that she thought he was too easygoing at times. With hazel eyes that were more blue than green or gray, and jet-black hair, he was seriously hot. Unfortunately for the women of the world, he knew it, and he had no problem letting as many as possible get a taste of him.
When she’d rounded out the latest on the Trio of Trouble, as she’d nickamed Jared, Nick, and Matt over the last few weeks, Alicia took to giving me an update about Dominic LeSalle, the band’s drummer. Dom was the oldest of the bunch at thirty-one, and possibly the most mysterious—not least of which because of his position right at the very back of the stage.
He usually chose to keep that position in interviews if he could and didn’t waste words with bullshit. If he spoke, it was because he had something to say. Otherwise, he would simply shrug and let the question get snapped up by one of his bandmates.
Shoulder-length brown hair, piercing gray eyes, and a chiseled chest full of ink,