Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat by Olivia Cunning Page A

on the sofa and balanced his plate against his chest so he could shovel food into his mouth with his free hand.
    There was a narrow spot beside Trey on the bench. He glanced at her and then at Eric in the living room. Instead of scooting over to give her more room, he moved further from Brian so that there was no place to sit. Rebekah decided he didn’t want her to sit beside him. She bit her lip, not sure why Trey’s rebuffs hurt so much. She took her plate from the table and went to sit next to Eric on the sofa.
    “That was rude,” Sed commented.
    “Shut up,” Trey murmured.
    Rebekah ignored him. It wasn’t hard when Eric gifted her with a brilliant smile. She’d rather sit with him anyway. Otherwise, he’d be eating alone.
    “God, this is good,” Brian said with a full mouth. “I think Reb deserves a raise.”
    Rebekah flushed with pleasure and set her plate on her lap. “I’m glad you like it.”
    “Love it,” Sed said in his deep baritone.
    “Thanks for cooking for us,” Jace added with an adorable smile.
    Trey silently shoveled food into his mouth, but Eric nudged her gently with his elbow. “If you feed them good food, they’ll love you forever.”
    She supposed she could handle that. “Well, since I can’t drive the bus, I guess I’ll take the cooking duties.”
    Several hollers of appreciation came from the dining area.
    “But you guys get to wash the dishes,” she added.
    The appreciative cheers turned to grumbles.
    Someone’s phone rang. There was a scuffle as Trey snatched Brian’s phone out of his hand and answered. “Hi, Myrna. Watcha doin’?” Trey said in a teasing tone. “Oh, he’s much too busy to talk right now.”
    “Give me the phone,” Brian insisted.
    “Are you knocked up yet?” Trey asked. His face fell, and he hurriedly handed the phone to Brian. “She’s crying.”
    “Great,” Brian grumbled and shoved Trey out of the booth with both hands. Brian headed toward the bedroom with his phone. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he said to his wife. “We have plenty of time. We’ll keep trying.”
    Brian closed the bedroom door behind him.
    Rebekah pushed her food around her plate, her appetite suddenly lacking. She doubted she could swallow around the knot in her throat anyway.
    “Dipshit,” Sed grumbled at Trey.
    “I didn’t mean to make her cry. How was I supposed to know she started her period?”
    “She told you that?” Sed cocked an eyebrow at him.
    “How else is she going to know she’s not pregnant?”
    “Was she really crying?” Jace asked.
    “Yeah…”
    “Maybe we should ask her to come on tour with us again,” Sed said. “How is she supposed to get pregnant if she’s in Kansas City and Brian is touring all over the country?”
    “He could always jack off into an empty beer bottle and FedEx it to her,” Eric said.
    While everyone else rolled their eyes at him, Rebekah burst out laughing.
    “He can put it on dry ice, and then she can warm it up in the microwave when it arrives.”
    Rebekah laughed harder, almost dropping her plate in
the process.
    “Oh my God, Rebekah,” Sed grumbled, “would you please not encourage him? He’s bad enough already.”
    She glanced from Sed to Eric, and her smile faltered. “That was not funny, Eric,” she said seriously. She turned her head so no one but Eric could see her expression. “Yeah, it was,” she whispered.
    Eric grinned. “Are you going to eat any of that?” He pointed at her plate with his fork.
    Her appetite had already returned. “Yeah. Making me laugh won’t earn extra food from me.”
    The guys around the table had already finished their food and were picking at Brian’s. Rebekah couldn’t blame them. The roast was tender and juicy. The flavor rich and savory. It was one of the best meals she’d ever cooked.
    “Hey, what’s that?” Eric pointed to the back of the bus.
    While her attention was elsewhere, Eric attempted to steal from her plate. Her hard stare stopped him with his