Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) by Ella Fox

probably suspected I’d been staring at his lips remembering. We’d agreed to take things slowly and see if maybe something might develop, which meant I needed to chill and act normal.
    “Well,” I said breezily, “you’ve got your daily brief and I’ve got calls to make. Smell ya later.”
    Spinning away, I rolled my eyes as I mouthed the last words I’d said to him in disbelief. Smell ya later ? Wow. How cool was I? Answer: not even a little bit. I cringed when I heard his chuckle.
    “Have a good day,” he called out from behind me.
    I raised my hand in acknowledgement and called out, “You too,” over my shoulder.
    Once I was in the elevator and I knew he couldn’t see me, I sagged against the wall and put my hand against my chest. My heart hammered and I let out a hoarse sounding laugh. I was definitely going to need to work on being cool because Ty was way too damn sexy for my own good. He completely addled my brain.

    I looked for Gabrielle, or Bree as I now knew she was called, throughout the day but never ran across her. I wasn’t sure who knew anything about the group she attended so it wasn’t like I could flat-out ask Gavin where she was when I handed him the daily brief. Turned out I didn’t need to ask because he volunteered that Bree and Leah were shopping. I never came across either of them for the rest of the day.
    I’d been pretty good at avoiding band dinners for the majority of my time on the tour, but with no more angst between me and Tyson, I was in the clear. And, because I love soup the way some people love pastries, I was super-psyched about dinner. There was a massive salad bar and ten different kinds of homemade soup set out for us in a buffet style. Since I’d seen the contracts and talked to the vendors, I knew what the food choices were which means I was one of the first people to get there. Yeah, I was the equivalent of a retiree strolling in for the early bird special, but I didn’t care. I planned to try at least four or five of the soups so getting there early was essential.
    A handful of the sound crew were arriving just as I was, so we went through the salad line together making small talk. After they took their seats I made my way to the soup line to make the first two of my soup choices. As I was waiting for the soups to be added to my tray, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
    “Daisy? Is it really you?”
    Turning around, I found myself face to face with Gabrielle. After making sure my tray was secure on the counter, I looked back at her and smiled.
    “Hey! It is me,” I laughed. “I’m Lacey’s new assistant. I had no idea you and Gavin were related! I saw you last night and wanted to talk to you but I was sick. I looked for you today but you were out. If you don’t like people knowing about group, no one needs to realize we know each other—”
    “Are you kidding? I’m so excited to have a friend here! This is like the cherry on top of my sundae,” she assured me. “You’ll have to start calling me Bree, though. I used my full name at group because I’ve found it helps cut down on the amount of people who realize who my brother is. He tells stories about Bree, not Gabrielle, which is a help. I’ve had some issues in the past with people trying to use me to get to the band. It’s easier to avoid all of that. I hope you understand why I never said anything.”
    “I totally get it,” I assured her. “It’s not like we were super close and there were always other people with us.”
    “Thanks, Dais,” she said with a smile. “How about I make my soup order and we grab some seats and catch up?”
    I agreed and stood with her while she got her food. Once we both had our trays in hand, we headed to a table and sat down across from each other. I let out a happy sigh after I took my first mouthful of the cheddar and cauliflower soup.
    “So, tell me,” she chuckled, “how do you like tour life? Not as glamorous as one might think, am I right?”
    I dabbed at