Triple Beat-nook(10)

Unfortunately all she could think about when they’d been planning their concert playlist was the names of cities for the tour—their kick-off performance was taking place in New Orleans.

Twelve years of repressed fears combined with the stress of returning home had bubbled out and she’d exploded. Irrationally. Insanely. And then she’d raced out of the studio and avoided their calls.

“It’s not the deal. Or the playlist. I just have some personal things I need to sort through. Things I need to do. Alone.” She had to force herself to add the last word. Now that Aiden and Bryson were here, she was damn happy to see them.

It was ridiculous, considering she didn’t want them to know about her past. But the fact remained she was stronger when they were with her.

Bryson snorted. “Yeah. Alone’s not an option.”

Before she could take exception to the way he dismissed her request out of hand, Aiden stepped closer. “You might want to call Benji and let him know you got here safely.”

“Benji knows I’m here too?”

Aiden shrugged. “We stopped by there after Marco’s call to see if he knew what you were up to. We figured if you’d confided in anyone, it would be him.”

“Shit.”

When she’d first arrived in Nashville, she’d found a job bussing the tables and washing the dishes at Benji’s bar. From there, she’d graduated to waitressing and then to a performer. For well over a decade, she’d worked for Benji in some manner.

“I’ll call him,” she muttered, not looking forward to that conversation. Like Aiden and Bryson, her beloved boss was also in the dark about her past. Her two worlds were suddenly colliding and Dani was terrified about the fallout.

“You should have told us what you were doing, Dani,” Aiden said.

Dani lifted one shoulder casually, though she didn’t feel as relaxed as she was pretending. “You’re not my keepers.”

Bryson’s brows furrowed and she could see the anger in his eyes. She didn’t blame him. She’d be pissed as hell if either of them said the same thing to her. They were more than just bandmates. They were her best friends and her family.

“I’m sorry,” she added quickly. “You caught me off guard here. I’ve been driving all night and I’m really tired.” Then, she offered them an olive branch. After all, they’d come all this way to be with her because they loved her and they were worried about her. “I’m here to reunite with my foster family.”

It wasn’t the entire truth, but it was part of it. And given the fact they weren’t planning to leave, it was inevitable that they’d meet the Lewises. She’d reunited with Jett and met his fiancée, Carissa, this morning at a late breakfast as soon as she arrived in town. It had been truly wonderful to see him again.

Tomorrow she was going to Mama Lewis’ house to reconnect with everyone else. Deep down, she wanted Aiden and Bryson to meet them.

“You were a foster kid?” Aiden asked.

Dani fought hard to stem the tears threatening as she considered the part she couldn’t tell them. She’d spent her entire adult life recreating herself. She had been a victim, but Aiden and Bryson had never seen her as such. They saw her as independent, self-sufficient, confident. She didn’t want that to change.

“Yes.” She didn’t offer them more than that. Her short answer annoyed them. She could read it in their faces. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to confide in them. It was that she couldn’t. Her throat was clogged with unshed tears. She swallowed heavily, and then offered them as much as she was able.

“Apparently they’ve been looking for me for a long time. My foster brother, Jett, called me a couple months ago. We’ve been talking on the phone quite a lot since then. I thought…” she paused, hating herself for the lie she was about tell. “I thought I’d take this weekend to see them again before our lives go crazy—between the recording studio, the television appearances and the tour, I wasn’t sure when I’d have a chance to reunite with them.”

“Our first tour stop is New Orleans.” Leave it to Aiden to point out the obvious. It was hell trying to lie to him because he was too f*cking smart.

“We’re going to be busy.”

His expression told her he didn’t buy that answer, but luckily, he didn’t press her on it. “So you’re just here to see your foster family?”