He stood silently at the entrance, taking a moment to concentrate on what he needed to do now, and not what he’d done the first night. He looked over the people who would be with him nearly every day for the next year, chuckling when his gaze landed on Chloe. Tucked in the corner of the L-shaped bench at the kitchen table, she bobbed her head and scribbled in a notebook, a pile of Starburst wrappers littering the table.“We’ll be buried in those wrappers by the end of the tour if we don’t intervene,” Drew said, pulling Reid’s attention away from Chloe.Reid nodded. “We should start a pool. Keep all the wrappers in a jar, and when the tour’s over, guess how many are inside. Whoever wins gets $500.”“But are we going to include the ones she eats at the venues and hotels, or just the bus?” Inky asked in disbelief.“Tour bus only,” Greer suggested. “If we keep all of them, we’ll get cited for excessive trash or some shit.”“I can hear you assholes,” Chloe snarked, never lifting her eyes from her notebook.Reid laughed.
