Chapter 30

It could be nothing. He was putting in a lot of hours at work, and the band had picked up an extra gig, so there were more practices. Maybe he was just stressed and tired. Even still, I needed to find out what was going on, so I could help him through it.

“Liam, if you’d be so kind as to join us in the here and now, we could get started.”

Oh, that was Jackson’s “Dad” voice. I finished my message, locked the screen, and tucked away my phone.

“Be nice,” Everett chastised as he plated a cinnamon bun and passed it to Drew. “He’s in lurvewith Austin.”

I snorted and threw a napkin at him. Before he could retort, Jackson cleared his throat.