vehicle.
They pulled in front of the studio. Griff parallel parked between two SUVs. He whipped the little Hyundai into the spot on his first try.
“This thing is amazing.” He grinned.
Jett shook her head, smirking.
Climbing out of the car, they collected their equipment. Jett led the way up into the studio, her heart pounding in her chest. Koty and Griff traipsed behind her. She hoped that things would go better than the day before. Pulling her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the door. They filed inside. Koty flipped on the lights.
Griff whistled. “Not bad.” He nodded at the sound booth. “We can even record an EP in here.”
Jett put her guitar and the amplifier down, and held up her hands. “Whoa, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”
“Why not?” Griff jerked a thumb toward the microphones in the sound booth. “Those are pretty sick looking.” He walked over to the mixing board, running his fingers over it. “I can work this thing, too. Once we have this set written, it can double as our debut.”
She wiped sweaty palms on her thighs. Even through the thick sweater leggings she wore, she could feel the moisture. “We’ll see how it goes.” She tapped the amplifier. “Where should I put this?”
Griff shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just our good luck charm.”
The door to the studio opened. Max and Perry burst inside, practically shoving each other.
“See what I mean?” Jett muttered to Griff. She crossed her arms.
“Good morning,” Perry purred. He looked much better than he had the last time she saw him. He wore his dreads gathered and tied hanging over his shoulder. Feathers wove in and out of his thick locks. For once, he didn’t smell like alcohol.
Max shoved his hands into his pockets. He gave Jett a shy nod.
“Who’s he?” Perry pointed at Griff. “Is he your boyfriend?”
Jett rolled her eyes. “He’s just our drummer.”
“Oh, good,” Perry purred.
Griff snorted. “Just? So, there’s not even a chance, huh?”
“Naw,” Perry said. “It’s just that I’ve got first dibs.” He shot a frisky smile at her, one eyebrow quirked.
Jett cleared her throat. “No one has dibs on me.” She crossed the room and stood next to the piano, leaning against it. “There won’t be any dating within this band, anyway.”
“That won’t be a problem for me.” Max laughed. “I’ve got Savannah, and I’m straight.”
Perry cocked an eyebrow at him. “You sure about that?”
Max gave him a glare, his brown eyes flat. In less than twenty-four hours, he had perfected a scowl just for Perry. Jett wanted to laugh.
Instead, she changed the subject. As she spoke, she realized that Koty hadn’t said a word since the other two men joined them. She shoved him to the back of her thoughts. She didn’t have time to worry about his feelings. Besides, it wasn’t as if she and Perry were dating. She had clearly said that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s girlfriend. “Griff is going to help us whip this set into shape.” She nodded at her old friend.
His voice reverberated throughout the room. He began unpacking his drum kit. “First of all, I’m here to help, but she’s the real magic. She built Perpetual Smile from the ground up. We weren’t millionaires, but we sold out shows and recorded albums that flew off the shelves. That was mostly her.”
Blushing, she shifted her weight. “Knock it off, Whalen,” she said, using his last name.
“You guys can learn a lot from her. Just ask Koty.”
Heat flooded Jett’s cheeks. Even though she knew he didn’t mean it like that , she still felt exposed, as if she had done something wrong. She wondered what the other men would think of her no dating policy if they knew about her prior relationship with Koty. Sucking in her cheeks, she strapped on her guitar. “Enough about me.” She plugged the guitar into an amp and played a few notes, making sure it was tuned. “Let’s get to work.”
Griff held
They pulled in front of the studio. Griff parallel parked between two SUVs. He whipped the little Hyundai into the spot on his first try.
“This thing is amazing.” He grinned.
Jett shook her head, smirking.
Climbing out of the car, they collected their equipment. Jett led the way up into the studio, her heart pounding in her chest. Koty and Griff traipsed behind her. She hoped that things would go better than the day before. Pulling her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the door. They filed inside. Koty flipped on the lights.
Griff whistled. “Not bad.” He nodded at the sound booth. “We can even record an EP in here.”
Jett put her guitar and the amplifier down, and held up her hands. “Whoa, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”
“Why not?” Griff jerked a thumb toward the microphones in the sound booth. “Those are pretty sick looking.” He walked over to the mixing board, running his fingers over it. “I can work this thing, too. Once we have this set written, it can double as our debut.”
She wiped sweaty palms on her thighs. Even through the thick sweater leggings she wore, she could feel the moisture. “We’ll see how it goes.” She tapped the amplifier. “Where should I put this?”
Griff shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just our good luck charm.”
The door to the studio opened. Max and Perry burst inside, practically shoving each other.
“See what I mean?” Jett muttered to Griff. She crossed her arms.
“Good morning,” Perry purred. He looked much better than he had the last time she saw him. He wore his dreads gathered and tied hanging over his shoulder. Feathers wove in and out of his thick locks. For once, he didn’t smell like alcohol.
Max shoved his hands into his pockets. He gave Jett a shy nod.
“Who’s he?” Perry pointed at Griff. “Is he your boyfriend?”
Jett rolled her eyes. “He’s just our drummer.”
“Oh, good,” Perry purred.
Griff snorted. “Just? So, there’s not even a chance, huh?”
“Naw,” Perry said. “It’s just that I’ve got first dibs.” He shot a frisky smile at her, one eyebrow quirked.
Jett cleared her throat. “No one has dibs on me.” She crossed the room and stood next to the piano, leaning against it. “There won’t be any dating within this band, anyway.”
“That won’t be a problem for me.” Max laughed. “I’ve got Savannah, and I’m straight.”
Perry cocked an eyebrow at him. “You sure about that?”
Max gave him a glare, his brown eyes flat. In less than twenty-four hours, he had perfected a scowl just for Perry. Jett wanted to laugh.
Instead, she changed the subject. As she spoke, she realized that Koty hadn’t said a word since the other two men joined them. She shoved him to the back of her thoughts. She didn’t have time to worry about his feelings. Besides, it wasn’t as if she and Perry were dating. She had clearly said that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s girlfriend. “Griff is going to help us whip this set into shape.” She nodded at her old friend.
His voice reverberated throughout the room. He began unpacking his drum kit. “First of all, I’m here to help, but she’s the real magic. She built Perpetual Smile from the ground up. We weren’t millionaires, but we sold out shows and recorded albums that flew off the shelves. That was mostly her.”
Blushing, she shifted her weight. “Knock it off, Whalen,” she said, using his last name.
“You guys can learn a lot from her. Just ask Koty.”
Heat flooded Jett’s cheeks. Even though she knew he didn’t mean it like that , she still felt exposed, as if she had done something wrong. She wondered what the other men would think of her no dating policy if they knew about her prior relationship with Koty. Sucking in her cheeks, she strapped on her guitar. “Enough about me.” She plugged the guitar into an amp and played a few notes, making sure it was tuned. “Let’s get to work.”
Griff held
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