That gets everyone’s attention.
Frank crosses his arms and leans back against the doorframe. “How would you guys like to open for Garrett Gamble? He needs one more band for his tour, and you fit the bill.”
Holy shit. Garrett Gamble is a country legend.
Shane’s mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
“Son, do I ever joke?” Frank rubs his paunchy stomach.
“Never.”
“Bandit Records wants to sign you, but they need two things from you, aside from great performances on the tour. One, you need to beef up your social media presence.”
I’ve always known that’s my weak spot, but between working on the ranch, booking our shows, and getting merch made, I haven’t always consistently posted online. But I’ll make it my mission to do better. “Done. What else?”
He nods slowly as he gives me a pointed look. “And they want more songs like ‘Red Light.’”
Fuck.
I run my hands through my damp hair to buy myself a moment. “Yeah, more songs like ‘Red Light.’ Cool.” Not cool. Really not fucking cool, but I’ll figure it out.
Because what’s the alternative? Turning down the offer? Screw that.
I grin, turning up the wattage so my friends believe it. “So I guess we’re going on tour.”
A second later, Shane howls in celebration, and Cooper jumps on Derek, our keyboardist.
I hold out my hand to shake Frank’s, then pull him into a hug, because this dude has always fought for us. “You’re awesome, man. We love you.”
Chuckling, he slaps my back. “Glad you’re happy, Jace. You’re really talented.” He points to the guys. “Get your shit packed. We hit the road in just over three weeks.”
Jesus, that fast? “Pamela Vanderson needs work.” My van is running on fumes and prayers. “I’m not sure she’ll handle crisscrossing the state again without some new brakes.”
Frank blows out a breath. “We’ll need to go farther than that. The tour kicks off in Florida, and it crisscrossesthe country.”
Don’t freak out.If I have to sell a kidney to get my van up to speed, I’m gonna make this work.
“Good news is, you don’t need Pamela.” Frank’s Cheshire Cat grin returns. “’Cause you’re getting a tour bus.”
Relief almost knocks me to the ground, and I laugh as I yank him into a headlock. “You asshole. You wanted to torture me.”
He laughs and shoves me off. “Maybe a little. Payback for having sex in the back seat of my car.”
“That’s probably the most action your car has ever gotten.” Not to mention a long time ago.
He snorts. “You’re not wrong.”
I’m so damn psyched, I barely sleep that night. I can’t shut off my mind. I keep jumping out of bed and writing notes in my spiral notebook of things we’re gonna need on the road.
The next morning, I find Rhett, Paige, and the kids sitting at the table, eating waffles.
“Might I partake?” I ask even though I know the answer. Paige is already handing me a plate piled high. “Thank you, my favorite sister-in-law. Shit, I can’t say that anymore. I forget about Baylee sometimes,” I say as I shovel food in my mouth. “And Honey soon, huh?” I can’t believe three of my four brothers are gonna be married.
I shiver at the thought. Knowing myself, I can safely say I’m not the marrying type. One woman forever? That feels more like a prison sentence than a happily ever after.
But as I look at Rhett, who’s damn near obsessed with Paige, I know that’s not how he feels. Mav and Beau are both stupidlyin love with their gals too. I don’t know about Isaiah anymore, but long ago, I thought he’d marry Liberty.
I think I’m the odd man out here.