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“I love you too.” He grins. “Now let’s go before Lily realizes we didn’t mention the international dates Nina brought up.”
“I heard that!” Lily calls from the car. “International? Can we go to Abbey Road?”
Darian and I look at each other and laugh. She hears everything.
“We’ll see,” I tell her, climbing into the passenger seat. Darian takes the wheel. “Family meeting first, remember?”
She groans but she’s smiling, already pulling up Abbey Road on her phone. Darian takes my hand as he drives.
The radio plays something generic. Lily sings along, making up harmonies that shouldn’t work but do. Darian joins in, deliberately off-key to make us laugh. I add my voice to theirs.
“Turn it up,” I tell Darian. He does. Windows down, our voices mixing with the wind and radio and the distant festival sounds.
Tomorrow there will be contracts to review and tours to plan. New songs to write. Bills to pay and family dinners.
But tonight we’re three people in a car, singing badly and laughing harder.
The festival lights disappear behind us.
“Where to?” Darian asks as we pull onto the main road.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, looking at him, at Lily already planning our European tour on her phone. “We’re good.”
