Double Time (Sinners on Tour 5)

“I’m here. Yeah, around seven thirty.”

“I’ll see if I can find out who sent it. If you get another one, make sure you don’t delete it.”

“It scared me,” she admitted.

“What did it say?”

“‘You took what’s mine, bitch. Don’t think you’ll get away with it.’”

“Probably some jealous ex of your new boyfriend’s. It was most likely an empty threat, but I’ll still check up on it. Are you still scared?”

“I feel better now.” Ethan always made her feel safe. She was thinking she overreacted. She’d never been threatened like that before.

“If you need your bodyguard a couple weeks early, I can fly out. Where are you now? On your way to Saint Louis, right?”

“How did you know?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “I sort of mapped out your entire trip based on the tour dates posted on Sinners’ website.”

Reagan laughed. “See. You are paranoid and overprotective.”

“You can count on it.”

“I’ll be okay, Ethan. Thanks for being there when I needed you.”

“You can count on that too.”

Chapter 15

Several days later, standing in the dressing room of the venue in Indianapolis, Trey held his cell phone in an iron grip. “What do you mean, you’re stuck in traffic?” Trey asked Brian. “We have to be onstage in twenty minutes.”

“It can’t be helped, Trey. I didn’t order a car fire on the interstate in an attempt to annoy everyone.”

“If you’d quit f**king running off to L.A. every frickin’ night—”

“I have other obligations now, Trey. I know the word ‘responsibility’ isn’t in your vocabulary, but maybe you should think about someone other than yourself for five goddamned minutes.”

Trey hated arguing with Brian. The man had a skill for laying on a guilt trip. “I’m not thinking of myself. I’m thinking about those twenty thousand fans who paid to see us perform and who expect us to be onstage at ten o’clock. Not ten thirty. Not eleven. Ten.”

“So stall them for half an hour. I’ll be there. I’m just going to be late.”

“Stall them? What are we going to do? Put Jace onstage to do his knock-knock joke routine?”

“You’ll think of something.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Trey caught sight of Reagan laughing with (or at) Eric. “You know what? We’ll just start without you.”

Trey hung up before Brian could say anything else. Trey found Sed drinking a beer with several fans who’d scored VIP passes from a local radio station.

“Brian’s going to be late,” Trey told him.

“Late?” Sed glanced at the clock. “Like how late?”

“At least thirty minutes.”

“Fuck. The crowd will go berserk by then.” Sed set his beer down and headed toward the dressing room exit. The last of the opening bands was finishing up their set. Trey knew what Sed’s plan was. Try to keep the Kickstart onstage longer. Trey had a better idea. At least he thought it was great. He started after Sed.

One of the fans grabbed Trey’s arm. “Is Master Sinclair okay?” she asked, her eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, he’s just stuck in traffic. No worries.”

By the time Trey caught up with him, Sed was talking to Kickstart’s soundboard operator. The guy shook his head and pointed at his watch. Sed wiped a hand over his face and stared up at the rigging over the stage.

Onstage, Kip Forrester, the lead singer of Kickstart, yelled, “Are you ready for Sinners to rock your faces off?”

The crowd roared and then followed Kip in chanting, “Sinners, Sinners, Sinners.” He was doing his job as a great opening act by getting the crowd pumped up for the headlining band.

Trey took Sed by the arm and led him to a quieter hallway behind the stage. “If we make them wait an hour before we start the show, they’ll probably riot.”

“That’s what I was thinking. William says there’s no way Kickstart can do another encore. Any ideas?”

“Reagan can fill in for Brian.”

Sed looked at him as if he’d said, “Reagan can walk on water.”

“Just to get us started,” Trey clarified. “As soon as Brian gets here, he can take over.”

“I don’t think our fans will like that much. Most of them come just to see Brian.” He paused. “And me.”

Sed was never short in self-confidence.

“Do you have a better idea?” Trey asked.

“Yeah, I do. We’ll tell Brian he can’t go back to L.A. after every show. Put our foot down with him. This is bullshit. I thought he was going to pass out onstage in Saint Louis.”

Trey scoffed. “Good luck with that, Sed. He’s not going to give up seeing his family for anything.”

“I understand where he’s coming from, but we only have one more week on the road. He f**king looks like the walking dead. He’s stretched too thin and not doing a good job at anything. Not performing. Not taking care of himself or his family.”

Even though Trey was pissed at Brian, he didn’t like anyone saying bad things about him. Not even Sed. “He’s doing his best.”

Sed snorted derisively. “You don’t really believe that.”

“He’s just trying to do too much right now.”

“And failing at everything. Go see if Reagan is up for this idea. We’ll try it. We might have to do the entire show twice, but at least we won’t have an out-of-control crowd.” Sed rubbed his jaw. “I hope.”

Trey grinned, his heart drumming with excitement. “She’ll do great. Everyone will love her.”

Sed chuckled. “I think you’re a tad partial, Trey.”

Trey hurried back to the dressing room and found Reagan chattering at Jace, who listened intently to her entire one-sided conversation and nodded occasionally but said nothing.

Trey moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He probably should have okayed this plan with her before bringing it up with Sed, but how could she refuse? And if she did, Trey was sure he could get his way with very little effort. He knew she kind of liked him.

Reagan covered his hands with hers and pressed them against her belly, encouraging him to hold her more tightly. “Are you ready to go onstage?” she asked.

“Are you?”