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in.”
    “Sorry,” Trent said.
    “I’m glad you guys were here last
night,” Gray said. “That would have been a rough night alone. Honestly.”
    Luke grabbed Gray’s shoulder.
“Brothers, my man, brothers.”
    “Brothers,” Gray said.
    “Brothers,” Mack said.
    Trent and Jake nodded, both saying
the same.
    The food - and coffee - came, so
the band ate like kings. Gray felt the tension starting to leave his head but
he knew damn well that a reminder of the night before would stay with him for
the rest of the day.
    “Today,” Mack said as he swallowed
his last bite of breakfast. “We have to talk about today.”
    “What’s today?” Gray asked.
    “You know we can’t stay here,” Luke
said. “I mean, we’d love to.”
    “I wouldn’t ask it,” Gray said.
“You don’t want to get involved. I almost beat up a drug dealer last night.”
    Everyone raised an eyebrow to that
statement. Gray laughed and told them the story of Josh. “He was really nothing
more than a strung out punk. But he might have had a gun.”
    “Probably did,” Mack said. “Christ,
Gray, you need to use your head.”
    “I know,” Gray said. “I just want
an answer.”
    “I can imagine,” Luke said.
    Gray turned his head as he smirked.
    “What’s that look for?” Jake asked.
    “My day and night started to take
its turn when I tried to get into the apartment,” Gray said. “I got the door
open but I never went in. I was… distracted.”
    “With what?” Luke asked.
    “There was a woman who needed help
with her groceries.”
    “How old?” Mack asked.
    “What the hell does that matter?”
Gray snapped.
    “Was it an elderly woman?”
    “No,” Gray said. “Not at all. I
helped her to her apartment, and then gave her my cell number. Then I just
didn’t feel dealing with the apartment or my brother.”
    “A distraction,” Luke said.
    “You’re one to talk,” Mack said.
“You look like you’ve gained about ten pounds since Amy opened that bakery.”
    Luke patted his still flat stomach.
“If so, they were well earned.”
    “I’m going to go to the apartment
today. Then the hospital. I’m at my end here with this. I really don’t have
anyone else to talk to about this, except my mother. But I don’t know how she
feels. She just smokes and drinks coffee, and at night I’m pretty sure she
fills up on vodka.”
    “Sorry, man,” Mack said. He grabbed
Gray’s shoulder and pulled. Mack wrapped his big arms around Gray and hugged
him.
    Gray hugged back. “It’s fine. It’ll
work out. One way or another. This isn’t that much of a shock to me. I mean,
Peter has been dealing with this for a long time. Ever since our father died,
you know?”
    “You’re a good brother,” Luke said.
“No matter what happens. You got him help. You checked up on him. I’m sorry he
strayed off the right course again though.”
    “Me too,” Gray said. He looked to
the window. “Me too.”
    They finished every last piece of
food on every plate and then took turns showering while the others played
instruments. It was an amazing feeling to sit with a guitar and create
something. That’s when the world felt right.
    When it came to split up, Gray felt
his heart tearing a little. He could go back with the band. He could go to the
studio and record. If he got the phone call that his brother was awake - or
dead - he could be back in Liering in five hours. Or just use a private jet.
Staying served no real purpose yet Gray couldn’t bring himself to leave. He did
want to get into that apartment. And maybe part of him was hoping to bump into Carina
again. She had planted a firm spot in his mind, and the only reason he could
think of was because she just didn’t seem the type to be in that apartment
building. She looked out of place and she looked lost. She looked like Gray
felt and he enjoyed that.
    Gray hugged all the guys and they
snuck out the back door to their rental car. They were gone and Gray stood
holding a guitar case,