Page 22 of Endless Harmonies
A series of good nights fill the room, and I snuggle into bed. Roark and Derek carefully unlatch the now sleeping babies to settle them back into their cribs, and we all pass out for the rest of the night.
CHAPTERSIX
Lennon
“So if we’re going to do this dating thing,” Layla sighs as she eats chocolate drizzled popcorn on the couch, “what are my prospects? Have you posted the profile on the website yet?”
Sipping my water, I grin at her questions. She pretends that she’s not excited, but there’s a brightness to her eyes.
“I did. I found a photo I love of you for it, too,” I gush, pulling out my phone.
“I’m officially scared,” she winces. “Let’s see this photo, then.”
“I’d never post a photo where you don’t look absolutely gorgeous,” I tell her, rolling my eyes as I hand her the phone with the dating app open. Roark saw me setting it up, and kissed my forehead and told me to have fun. No jealous questions were necessary.
“Oh wow,” Lay murmurs as she looks at the photo. I took it when she was over recently. Her head is tilted back in laughter, and her hair looks amazing. “When did you take this?”
“Remember when you were here during the summer between concerts? We made wind chimes for the babies’ room, even though they don’t sleep in there,” I giggle. I love having the kids in our room. It’s exhausting to think about having to travel to get them every feeding.
“I do remember.” She grins. “We made two even though at the time we thought it was just one baby. I love this photo, it’s perfect. Wow, there’s a lot of matches!”
Smirking, I nod. “Personally, I think the IT guy is cute. There’s something really sexy about a guy who is smart,” I tell her.
“You have a type,” she teases me. Lay isn’t wrong. Derek and O definitely know their way around a computer, and all the illegal shit they can get into is fucking hot.
Not that this is at all what an IT specialist does.
“He is cute, though,” she agrees as she looks at Tyler. He has light brown hair that’s longer on top, black-rimmed glasses that add to his sexiness, and what appears to be caramel brown eyes.
“How do you feel about meeting him?” I ask with a shrug. We go back on the road together on Wednesday, and then have shows Thursday, Friday, and Saturday to wrap up the tour.
We could technically squeeze in a date before we leave.
“Aren’t I leaving tomorrow?” Layla asks, nose scrunching in confusion.
“Nope, Jordan moved some things around. You’re leaving with us on Wednesday morning instead. If you don’t mind traveling with the twins, you can just come with us on the bus?” I ask. I’m enjoying my time with Layla, and I honestly want to extend it.
I’m being selfish, but I don’t care if she doesn’t.
“Ooh. Remind me to give him an extra squeeze when I see him,” Layla grins. “Clearly, I’ve been missing things. I love my niece and nephew, and I don’t care about being woken up by them when we travel. So I will gladly take you up on the ride in the bus. So what else have you been planning behind my back?”
Giggling, I know she doesn’t mean it in a bad way. “Turner, Roark, and I will be performing with you for the last three shows of the tour this week, and then that’s it for the year. After that, we’re pretty free outside of recording and some social media spotlights.”
“Ooh. A break sounds fantastic. I don’t usually look at the schedule past the next couple of days to be honest.”
“We’re the same way,” I reassure her. “It overwhelms me to look at it all together. That’s where Jordan comes in to remind us to look at the things that need our attention. He’s also popping in on Monday for a visit.”
“So you’re telling me that I should accept Tyler’s invitation for drinks tonight?” she asks.
“Tonight? The man works fast,” I tell her with raised brows.
“Right? I kind of want to say yes,” Layla says shyly. “Do you think it’ll be a big deal if I suggest Bear or Miguel’s club for it? Just for safe ground.”
Knowing Bear, he’ll give Tyler the third degree if they go there. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know Lay well, he’s protective.
“Suggest Miguel’s club, and I’ll text him to make sure you can get in without waiting,” I decide. Family doesn’t wait in line.
“Oh, you’re going with me,” she hisses. “Choose one of your fiancés, get dolled up, and make sure you pump beforehand.”