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I grunt, twisting the cap off the water bottle she slides my direction.“Rough day.”

Myles lifts a brow, wiping her hands on a rag.“Yeah?That have anything to do with Mina’s party?”

I pause mid-sip.

“I was there.”Myles smirks.“Tessa’s my friend, remember?”

My breath catches in my throat.

Shit.

What the hell did all of that look like to the people who were there for Mina?Did they notice the tension?Did they know what happened after?

“Wanna tell me about it?”She asks, her face sliding into a smirk that says she already knows way too much.

“You know, don’t you?”I mutter, taking another sip of water.

She nods sagely.“Tessa told me.”

I groan.“Of course she did.”

“Tessa told everyone, Joel.By the time you two left, the entire damn party knew about that kiss.I mean, to anyone paying attention, that song alone was enough to make it obvious.But what do I know?”

I mutter a curse under my breath, rubbing my hand over my jaw.

Maybe it really wasn’t my smartest move ever.No wonder Anna can’t even look at me.

Myles leans in slightly, studying me.“So… what’s the deal?You kissed Ethan’s little sister at a baby’s birthday party and now you’re brooding into a bottle of Aquafina?”

I glare.“I’m not brooding.”

Myles tilts her head.“You are literally glaring at hydration.”

I exhale sharply.“It’s my last show and—” I roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the weight pressing into my ribs.“She’s not coming tonight.”

Myles’ expression softens a little.“That sucks.”

I nod.Yeah.It fucking does.

Before I can say anything else, a voice cuts through the noise.

“Price.”

I turn to see London approaching, all business, as always.

“Got a minute?”

I push off the bar, glancing back at Myles, who just gives me a knowing look before turning back to her customers.

I follow London toward the back hallway near the greenroom.“What’s up?”

London folds his arms across his chest and a lazy smile floats to his face.“Got an offer for you.”

I brace myself, wondering what the hell that could be.“Yeah?”

“Noah, the club owner, wants you back next weekend.Encore shows.Friday and Saturday.You up for it?”

I blink.