“Yes.” I found myself toeing the ground, feeling awkward. “I hadn’t heard of you guys before tonight.” For a split second, I thought about telling him that I thought his voice was beautiful, but I didn’t want to sound like a suck-up.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Sacha zipped up his suitcase, holding a bundle of clothes to his chest. He turned to look at me, a kind smile on his five o’clock-shadowed face. “Did you get what you needed?” I nodded and followed after him silently before he waved me into the bus first with the towel in his hand. He winked. “Don’t want you to forget about our deal so soon.”

Ugh. I was never going to live this down.

“I’m really, really sorry,” I insisted, still feeling horrible as I climbed up the steps into the bus. My face was getting red all over again.

Why the hell had I done that? My subconscious answered: because you really believed he was Mason, and if it had been, no one would have thought twice.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” my twin bellowed the moment I stepped a foot past the curtain and into the living space.

I stopped like an idiot, or better yet, like a deer caught in the headlights. Eli clapped loudly until the low buzzing of chatter inside stopped. I couldn’t help but notice that there really weren’t any ladies on the bus besides me—unless you counted Mason and Gordo—and I knew my twin well enough to accept that he wouldn’t refer to me as a female. “Everyone, now that the asshole we kicked off the bus earlier today is gone, I want to introduce y’all to our newest addition.”

He reached out to grab my hand, throwing up both our arms like I’d won a boxing match. “This is my baby sister, Gaby. She’ll be with us for the next few months.” He shook my hand, still in mid-air. “Flabby, say hi,” he instructed me as if I was a little kid. Fucking Eli.

I grinned nervously at the five new faces looking me intently, and let my brother wave my hand for me. “Hi, guys.”

A low murmur of multiple “Hi” greetings were spoken while I yanked my hand away from Eli’s grasp. At that very instant a hand landed on the small of my back. Turning my head over my shoulder just barely, I saw that it was the only person it could have been—Sacha. Up close and under the decent lighting of the bus, his skin looked clear and a little glossy from how sweaty he’d become during the concert. He really was good-looking, and a little taller than Mase as well.

“Don’t bend over in front of her. She likes to kick people in the ass,” he laughed, giving me a sly smile before shimmying his way around us to walk to the back of the bus.

I groaned to myself while Eli and Mason laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. Minutes later, I found myself squished between Mase and Gordo while the bus driver steered the traveling hotel and trailer to where I’d been informed we’d be showering that night. The couches on either side of the bus were long, but it seemed like everyone was crammed into that front area closest to the door, including the narrow kitchen and bathroom. After the mini tour Eliza had given me hours before, I knew that past the door by the bathroom were the twelve bunks we’d be sleeping in, and at the farthest end of the bus was a small room with a U-shaped couch along the walls.

Mason introduced me to two of the guys from The Cloud Collision, a big muscular guy named Julian and a lanky one named Isaiah that I recognized as being the guitar players for the band. I caught Sacha standing in the kitchen, drinking something steaming from a ceramic mug, still half-naked. Still unbelievably hot, if not hotter than before. The yellow lighting in the bus did wonders for the lean cut of his chest and for his narrow hips with their cut oblique muscles, all of which then did wonders for my panties—I mean my hormones.