Denny shrugged. "We talked and I think it was good. At least she didn't just walk away from me like I deserved. But she has a son and she said she needed some time to think about us. She doesn't want him getting attached to me and then me walking out on them."
Joley rubbed his arm through his sleeve. "That's fair. She doesn't want to risk her son, and that's admirable. You just have to show her that you mean it, Denny. That you're capable of being faithful and committing to her and your relationship."
"She flew back home after the Red Rocks concert. I didn't want her hanging around just in case it wasn't safe," Denny added.
Joley slid into the booth. "Surely whatever Dean was up to didn't have anything to do with us."
"Whatever it was, I'm hoping it's a long way from us," Rick said. "I heard every single bone in his body was broken. Can I just say ouch?"
"He was an ass, but he didn't deserve that," Jerry said.
Logan wedged himself into the booth, scooting close to Joley. "Do you think his murder had anything to do with the disappearance of that girl? The cops were asking questions about the Russian mob. Maybe Nikitin is involved with them…"
"Shut up, Logan," Brian admonished him. "Nikitin isn't involved in the mob."
"You ought to know," Logan said. "You hang out with him all time." He plopped a stack of tabloids and magazines in front of Joley. "Take a look at these, my little sister."
Joley glanced around the diner. Few people were there at three in the morning, but several of the workers had cell phones with cameras and recorders. They were busy texting their friends. The band would be lucky if the place didn't fill up immediately in spite of the hour. She sighed. It didn't seem to matter where they went, they couldn't ever have a quiet meal.
She glanced at the stack of papers Logan put in front of her. "What are we up to now?"
The rest of the band pushed into the booth, making her grateful she'd chosen the largest, round one. Everyone peered at the dramatic headlines.
"We're married, Joley. A secret wedding with our secret baby." He pulled one out of the stack and placed it on top. "You had the baby and we've been hiding it."
She laughed. "You have to be kidding me. Your 'love' child was splashed all over the papers a week ago. Let me see that."
"Joley, you rock, girl," Rick said, ripping open a cracker from the little basket on the table. "How could you stay so slim and be pregnant? You hid it well."
"Didn't I?" She spread the paper on the table so they could all see.
The photographs had been taken of the two of them standing with the baby in front of the band's bus. Joley was holding the baby and Logan was standing behind her, hands on her shoulders looking down at his child. The next picture showed him kissing the top of Joley's head. The third photograph showed Joley placing the baby in his arms, and in the fourth he was climbing into the bus to "hide" their child.
She scanned the article. "Wow. I supposedly had this baby while on tour. How cool is that? All that working out kept me from showing, although apparently once or twice they thought they saw a baby bump." She looked down at her flat stomach. "I need to do more sit-ups."
Brian rolled his eyes. "You've already got a six-pack there, Joley. Pretty soon the tabloids are going to say you swing both ways."
"I think they did that a year or so ago," Logan pointed out.
Joley looked around. "Where's Tish? Has she seen this one?"
Long ago, Tish had told them all to either ignore the tabloids totally or assume every word in them was a lie and just enjoy the ridiculous absurdity of it. Looking back, Joley realized how truly sage her advice had been. Living in the spotlight, with no letup, was an exercise in endurance. It made them all immensely popular, but in the end, they had all begun to crack. They'd come to feel like hunted animals, stalked every moment of every day. Tish had also told them they had to find ways to live out of the spotlight when they weren't touring, which had been one of the things that saved them all. Her advice was one of many things Joley missed about her.
"She just changed the baby, but she's coming."
"Well, make room for her. I don't want to be the only chick at the table."
Logan pulled another paper from the stack and smoothed it out in front of them all. "Yes, Tish has seen the tabloids, and this one is her particular favorite."
The band members crowded closer, hovering over each other's shoulders to peer down at the magazine.
"Wow, Joley," Denny said. "Check it out. You've always wanted a ready-made family, and now you have one without ruining your figure."
Brian whistled. "I had no idea that was so important to you, but hey, it's right here in the headlines. You want children but don't want a matronly body."
"Well I am just so vain." Joley blew on her fingernails.
Rick pointed to another headline. "This says child protective services are investigating you for drug and alcohol consumption, and that you left the baby in a restroom and we had to turn the buses around to go back for her. Wow, Joley, that's kind of sick."
Leo tugged at strands of her hair. "You were in the restroom doing one of the band members and Logan is devastated."
"I'm sorry, Logan, but seriously, you're two-timing me with Tish, so I feel you sort of deserve it. And which band member am I doing this time?" Joley asked, leaning her chin into her hand and batting her eyes at him.
"The handsome one," Rick said. "Me."
"Ooh baby," Joley cooed and blew a kiss at him.
Laughter bubbled up as the waitress came over. She appeared starry-eyed and breathless. "Do you think I could get an autograph? And maybe a picture with you?" she asked.
"How 'bout this, sweetheart?" Brian said. "We'll all sign autographs for you and your crew and take pictures if the place doesn't suddenly fill up with friends, family and reporters. We'd just like a quiet meal."
She nodded her head several times, held up a finger and ran over to the counter to whisper to the other waitress and the cook, before coming back to take their orders. The other waitress struggled with getting orders from the crew.
Joley looked around. Even with no other customers, they took up most of the room. Granted, it was a small diner, but how different this all was from now it had been in the beginning, when the band had no one but Tish traveling with them. Now there were so many… Her gaze collided with ice-blue eyes. Her breath caught in her throat. Ilya Prakenskii stood just to the side of the booth where he could hear everything that was said. And she hadn't been aware of him. Her palm hadn't even itched—until now.
"What are you doing here?" Joley asked, trying not to stare. She didn't know whether to feel belligerent or exhilarated.
"I asked him to come," Jerry said "I felt maybe we should beef security up a little around everyone until the end of the tour."
"But he has a job," Brian protested. "And you should have consulted me."
Joley ducked her head, not looking at any of them, least of all Ilya. It was scary having him around so much, because the more she saw him, the less resistance she seemed to have.
"He's on temporary loan," Jerry said. He beckoned Ilya to sit down.
Ilya shook his head. "I'm fine right here."
Tish, holding the baby, squeezed in and flashed Ilya a tentative smile. "I feel for you, trying to guard Joley. She's not the most cooperative."
"Hey now!" Joley objected. "I'm the epitome of cooperation."
A groan went up around the booth.
"He's not the kind of bodyguard who needs cooperation," Jerry said, casting Joley a hard look.
She sat up straight. "What does that mean?"
"It means his job is to keep you safe. I'm getting gray hair reading your hate mail lately. And after Dean was murdered, I don't want to sit up nights wondering if some nut is going to kill you right in front of all of us, so I've hired him to keep you alive and told him to use whatever means it takes."
"Umm, Jerry," Joley said, beginning to smolder with fury. She carefully avoiding Ilya's slashing blue gaze. "You work for me. You're supposed to clear this kind of thing with me. And it isn't cleared."
"I had a long talk with Jonas and your sister Sarah. They both agreed we need to cover you better, especially if the Russian mob is in any way involved."
"He's Russian," Brian snapped. "Nikitin probably fired him and he's been hanging around making you think we need him, Jerry. Seriously, are you crazy?"
At once Joley felt protective toward Ilya, a complete contradiction. Sometimes she felt her emotions around him were like a Ping-Pong ball, just jumping all over the place. "Rein it in, Brian. Sheesh. The man is standing right there listening to every word you say."
"I'm backing you up," Brian pointed out.
"You're being mean about it. Nikitin didn't fire him, he wouldn't." Probably for more reasons than she wanted to know, but she was certain she was right.
"Nikitin loaned him to us to keep Joley safe."
"You know, I don't know why all of you think I'm the only one in danger. Every one of us is hanging out there."
"Maybe because you live your life in the tabloids," Ilya interjected, his voice low and controlled.
"That's not fair," Brian objected. "It's not like we ask for the paparazzi to follow us everywhere we go and make up lies."
"It's still a choice. And this," Ilya leaned over Joley's shoulder and snapped the paper with his finger, "this is dangerous. There are people who believe this crap. They want to believe it and they fixate on it."
Joley glared at him, crumpled the tabloid and threw at him. "You don't have to approve of my lifestyle. I don't want or need your approval."
Brian shoved at his glass of water, spilling it on the table. "He can't be her bodyguard, Jerry. Personal protectors can't think clearly when they're in a relationship with the protectee, and he's screwing her."
Tish gasped audibly. The band members looked at one another. Ilya simply caught the front of Brian's shirt in his fist and hauled him over the back of the booth, bringing him up on his toes. Joley covered her face with her hands, imagining all the cells phones out, both recording and taking photos.
"You owe Joley an apology." Ilya's voice was whisper-low, but it cut like a knife. "You're supposed to be her friend and you're deliberately hurting her and trying to publicly humiliate her."
Rick stood, too. "Brian, that was way over the line."
"Whoa, dude," Logan added, "if he doesn't kick your ass for that, I'm going to have to do it and I haven't kicked ass in ten years."
Tish put her arm around Joley and glared at Brian as Ilya shoved him back to solid ground. Brian rocked back on his heels, straightened his shirt and looked at the band, who were all gaping at him in horror.
"That's not cool," Leo weighed in.
"What the hell's gotten into you, bro?" Denny asked. "You've been acting weird for a couple of weeks now. You pissed at Joley for something?"
Brian glared at Ilya, obviously considered trying to punch him and then changed his mind, and climbed over the booth to sit back down. "Sorry, Joley. And I'm apologizing because it was a lousy thing to say, not because muscle man got physical."
Joley didn't look at him. Other than her sisters, Tish, and Jonas, she counted Brian and the others as her best friends—more even—family. Brian had been a little off for a while now. She considered that he might be jealous of Ilya, but truthfully, Brian didn't think of her in that way. He offered, but he wasn't really attracted to her.
Tish shifted, drawing her attention. The baby was sound asleep cradled against her in an sling. Joley was grateful for the distraction. "My sister's pregnant."
Logan snorted and ruffled her hair. "You have like a hundred sisters. Which one?"
"Hannah. I'm so excited for her. Jonas is walking on air, but I'll bet he's turned all bossy on her."
Logan laughed. "From everything you've said about him, I'm betting he was already that way." He leaned in to the kiss the baby's cheek, his mouth very close to Tish. "I'm never letting Lissa date. Men are pigs." He rested his head on Tish's shoulder. She didn't look at him, but she didn't move away. "Even the good ones can act like pigs sometimes."
Brian gave an overly loud sigh. "I suppose you're referring to me. Okay, fine. I deserve it."
Everyone laughed, including Joley, although she had to force it. She wanted to forgive Brian, but part of her was still hurt, and she had never been very good at forgiveness, even with her closest friends.
The food was surprisingly good, or maybe they were all just very hungry. Joley tried not to be so aware of Ilya. He had such a powerful energy, yet he seemed to be able to blend into the background, which made no sense until she detected the subtle flow of power in the room. He used his gifts to aid him in disappearing in plain sight, which was probably how he'd kept her palm from giving away his presence earlier.
Conversation flowed around her, and Joley managed to laugh at the appropriate places, but she didn't feel like it. Outside her family and Jonas, Brian had been her closest friend. She had been always been extra careful never to intrude on his thoughts. She enjoyed his company and looked forward to their conversations. He came from a very wealthy family and had attended private school, although he'd always remained best friends with the band members, from the time they were young boys first playing sports together. He dressed a little neater and had incredible manners and definitely was more sensitive toward others. He was probably everyone's favorite. And he'd always been the most diplomatic—until now.
"Hey, Joley," Jerry said, "you falling asleep on us?"
"The scintillating conversation is so profound, how could I ever fall sleep?" Joley let her head droop onto the table and pretended to snore.
Ilya's gaze narrowed when Rick threw a biscuit at her and then leaned over to brush the hair from her face, his fingers staying on the silken strands of her hair. The touch held enough affection that Ilya's belly knotted up. He had observed the waitresses and cooks taking numerous pictures of the band and Joley eating. A couple of them had tried to take videos, and he was fairly certain that before dawn the videos would be playing on the Internet.