Chapter 8

“My pleasure, guys. Tristan, that was the best I’ve ever heard you sing. I told you it would be great.” I smiled at him.

Tristan blushed, turning a little to put his head under Blaine’s chin and give him a hug. “I couldn’t have done it without your encouragement and training.” He kissed Blaine’s neck, then turned to me. “You helped make this a perfect day.”

“I’m glad. Congratulations again, guys. Go on, enjoy your reception, and all the best in your new lives together.”

The two men beamed at me and then, holding hands, moved away to walk through the crowd of well-wishers.

* * * *

The minute I got home, I texted Joey. I didn’t get a response. A few more attempts yielded nothing, so I called him. It went to voicemail. I tried another tactic and called Bruce, the bass player for the band.

“Bruce, hey. I’m trying to reach Joey. Do you know where—”