Jupiter shoveled eggs into his mouth. “Don’t let him fool you. He has literally lived most of his life on the back of a motorcycle. Personally I’d trust my old grammy on a bike with him, and I love my grammy somethin’ fierce.”
I grinned at him. “Why, thanks, Jupe. Means a lot comin’ from you.”
She eyed Lexie, who just shrugged, but it was a grinning shrug. “You do you, boo,” Lexie said. “But if it were me, I’d be all over that shit like white on rice.”
I could see she was trying to contain her excitement. “Then, yes.” Her eyes actually, literally fuckin’ sparkled. “Do I need anything?”
“Purse. I’ve got an extra leather and helmet you can wear.”
She eyed me. “I need a leather jacket?”
I nodded. “Yep. Preferably tight jeans or leather pants, but since you ain’t got your luggage, your leggings’ll do.”
“Won’t your jacket be enormous on me?”
“Not mine,” I said, and hoped to leave it at that.
She nodded. “I see.”
Jupiter eyed her—his no-neck bodybuilder physique hid a smart, observant personality. “Brand had a groupie on board a few months ago. She left it behind.”
He was covering for me. She’d come on board with Brand, but had gotten one look at me and hopped trains, so to speak. Between the groupies that Myles, Jupiter, and Zan had brought aboard, Brand hadn’t been sore about it, as there’d been plenty to choose from. That had been one of the very few times I’d dipped my toe into those waters.
Charlie was eying me. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it, Crow. You’re a single man living on a rock star tour bus.” She smiled. “Groupies are part of the gig. Doesn’t bother me.”
Jupiter, again. Nosy butthead. “Ahh, Crow don’t play like the rest of us. Once in a while he’ll…unwind, a little. But the groupies are mostly for the rest of us. He keeps to himself. That was one of the only times he’s done that since I’ve known him.”
“Don’t need to explain shit for me, Jupe,” I said, a little tightly. “But thanks.”
“And let me guess, Myles gets the lion’s share of them?” Lexie asked.
Jupiter didn’t answer right away. “Um.”
Lexie laughed. “Awww, the big meathead is speechless. How cute.”
Jupiter snickered. “I mean, heisMyles North. Plus, look at the fucker. Prettiest male I’ve ever seen, and youknowI’m the most rabidly hetero male on the planet.”
Lexie patted his arm. “Well, I plan on taking him off the market. For a while, at least.” She grinned. “That won’t cramp your style, will it?”
He lifted his arm and gave his best IFBB bicep flex—which admittedly was impressive. “Don’t think that’ll be an issue, sweetheart.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Donotcall me sweetheart.”
Charlie snickered. “Yeah, you really don’t want to do that.”
He eyed Charlie, then Lexie. “My bad?”
I glanced at Charlie. “Bike is ready to go. Want to get out of here and leave these two to their posing?”
“Who’s posing, bird boy?” Lexie snapped.
“You are, firecracker,” I shot back.
Charlie elbowed me. “You don’t want to cross wits with her. Trust me on this.”
I laughed. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Jupiter went back to shoveling food into his mouth. “Yeah, same. No offense meant.”
