"You know you can tell us, and we won't tell another soul. We keep our promises and our secrets," I say.

He nods, still staring at where Luna is shaking out her hands and stretching, getting ready to run through one song with the accompanying dance moves.

"Tell anyone, and I'll club you to death with my leg while you're sleeping." He sighs long and low, glancing at each of us to witness our nods of agreement. "Asher fucked Luna last night."

"What the fuck?" Elijah has turned to stare at Ben with his mouth flopped open like a landed fish.

"Eyes on the primary," I say. "Or Connor will get his panties in a twist."

"He'll get his panties in a twist even more if he finds out about that."

"Well, he's not going to, is he? Because we keep our promises and our secrets." Ben stares at us both with determination.

"How do you know?" I ask

"I walked in on them. There's no doubt."

"Fuck." Elijah stares into the cavernous space around us, shaking his head. "Lucky bastard."

"Yeah," Ben says.

I chuckle darkly, noticing that Connor is staring at us from across the stage. That guy has instincts like a panther. "Is there a man in this crew who isn't fawning over the pop star?"

"I don't know, Mo. Is there?" Ben's jaw ticks, a little tell of jealousy that he can't keep hidden.

"You know I love a woman with long dark hair," I say. "It reminds me of home."

Elijah raises his eyebrows. "Jax has it bad. And Hudson and Connor."

"So, the answer is no, then."

"But there's a big difference between imagining your cock somewhere and actually putting it in that place," I say. "If we had to face the consequences for our thoughts, we'd all be in hell."

"Asher looked like he was in heaven," Ben says, clearing his throat.

"Lucky fucker," Elijah says. "But Asher's going to get serious shit from Connor. He might even send him home."

"He can't do that. We need seven of us to fulfill the contract."

"Connor has other contacts he could bring in if needed." Elijah holds his hands out and shakes his head.

"It wouldn't be the same," I say. "Separation isn't an option."

"So, keep your mouths shut," Ben says. "I'll talk to him when we get back. Make sure that nothing happens again. If it's in the past, it won't affect the future."

"If only that were the case with everything in life." I know for a fact that the past shapes the future like a child molding a ball of dough.

Luna flicks her dark hair over her shoulder, and my eyes follow her every move. She's a beautiful woman. As mysterious as the moon she's named for and as bright as the stars that surround it. Beautiful enough for me to think past the urges of my cock to something more serious. Could she learn to cook like my mother or be as kind as my sisters? Is she as bright as my cousin, who learned to teach instead of getting married? All my traditional thoughts make me feel ridiculous because I know the men around me aren't thinking of Luna as wife material. They're thinking like animals searching for physical satisfaction.

At least, I think they are.

"Talk to him. Find out what his plan is. That's if he has one outside of getting his dick wet." Elijah pulls a bottle of water from his pocket and takes a long swig.

"Here she comes," I say, as Luna bounds over, avoiding Ben by traveling the extra steps to go around us to the table. She drinks the whole bottle of water in a few noisy, thirsty glugs.

"We're done for now," she says. "Time to get ready."

Connor and Jax have already gone ahead to check Luna's dressing room. I'll be standing to protect the room tonight when there are more people in the stadium.

Connor radios to give the all-clear, and then we escort Luna so she can shower and change out of her casual clothes and into the explicit costume she's going to be wearing for her first three songs tonight.

Angelica is waiting, hustling the hairstylist into the room, so he's ready and waiting for Luna. While she's showering, we take some time to sit and rest, eating delicious Greek-style pastries filled with feta cheese and spinach, and mini crescent-shaped breads stuffed with olives. Although they're not quite the same, they still make me think of home. Connor paces, clutching the phone so tightly his knuckles are white. He's trying to get a handle on the stadium security and who is doing what. I cock my head and raise my eyebrows, code for “Do you need some help,” but he shakes his head. Always so independent, he doesn't realize that he could make his life a lot easier by spreading the load a little.

Just as I'm picking up another delicious savory pastry, Ben's phone rings. I catch Asher's name emblazoned across his screen, and Ben hesitates to answer it for a second. "Go talk to him," I whisper, careful to make sure that Connor is facing in the other direction.

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