Noah said to Payton, his hands busy folding clothes. Payton curled her arm around his pillow, bringing it to her chest. “I realized that before Michael and Marla set fire to Dylan’s estate.” They talked about this yesterday, but not in great detail since neither Avery nor Dylan would give them a moment of privacy. “Say what’s on your mind, Noah. We’ve never really had to work like this to hold a conversation, and I don’t like this…Whatever this is between us.” His smile was suddenly all dimples. “I spoke with Stellan Hudson yesterday.” Payton raised a wary eyebrow. “Were your clothes on?” “Yes.” “Were his?” “Uh huh.” He sat next to her, gently brushing her hair from her face. “I’m in for bass and backup solos if I want it.” She shot up and threw one arm around his neck, hugging him as tightly as she could without irritating her shoulder. “If you want it, what do you mean by that?” Kissing her cheek, he eased back and looked down at her.
