Toni’s heart thudded in her chest. “Do you think so?”

Reagan’s eyebrows lifted. “I don’t want to get your hopes up too high, honey. I remember the guy who took my virginity. When he dumped me, I thought I’d die. Broke my heart into a million little pieces.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“That was years ago.” Reagan shrugged. “I got over him soon enough.”

Toni didn’t want to think about getting over Logan. She prayed it never came to that.

“So is he good in bed?” Reagan asked.

Toni paused. Should she tell Reagan the details? Did it go against some code of bedroom ethics she was unaware of?

“I think so,” Toni said hesitantly. “I don’t really have anything to compare to.”

“Does he make sure you come first?”

Toni’s face flamed and she nodded. “He did both times.”

“Then he’s ahead of most of the pack. Don’t let him get away with mediocrity just because he’s your first and he knows you’ve never had better. If you’re not sure about the girl side of things, you can ask me. I have plenty of experience.” Reagan laughed. “I probably shouldn’t be telling a journalist that.”

Toni bit her lip. She didn’t want Reagan to feel that she had to watch what she said around her. She’d really like a female friend to talk to about such things. The only person her own age that she hung around with was Julian, and he was a guy. A gay guy, true, but still a guy.

“Things like that won’t be in the book,” Toni promised. “It will mostly be about the music and hobbies and stuff like that.”

Reagan chuckled. “But sex is my hobby now that the guitar-playing hobby is my actual job.”

“So is Trey good in bed?” Toni did want to know the answer to the question, but she was mortified that she’d actually asked.

“The best,” Reagan said with a breathy sigh. “He’s a pleasure seeker who gives back more than he takes. What could possibly be better?”

“I’m not sure. I do like it when Logan gets so worked up by me that he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“You definitely have the guy out of his head.”

“So is that why you think he might like me?”

Reagan stared at her for a long moment. Toni guessed she didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. There was no way in hell that Toni would ever mean more to Logan than a temporary plaything. She might as well face facts.

“He definitely lusts you,” Reagan finally said, and then she shook her head. “I’ve only known him for a short time, so I can’t be sure, but usually when he gets what he wants—”

“Sex?”

“Yeah. As soon as he gets laid, he’s no longer interested. But he seems to still be interested in you.” Reagan reached over and patted her knee.

“And how do I keep him interested?” She’d never had a man interested in her before, so had no idea how to proceed.

Reagan laughed. “Whatever you’re currently doing seems to be working.”

“I asked him to teach me how to do sexual things. He seemed interested in that.” But she wasn’t sure that was all she wanted him to be interested in.

“Of course he’s interested in that.” Reagan set her guitar aside, laced her fingers together, and set her elbows on her knees, looking like she planned on sitting there talking to Toni for hours. “I miss talking to my girlfriends back home,” Reagan said. “I love the guys in the band, but they don’t talk about this kind of stuff with me.”

“It would probably give them perpetual boners.”

“Or embarrass them. Or gross them out. They think of me as their kid sister.”

Toni highly doubted that any man could think of Reagan as a kid sister. She had a natural sexiness that even a straight girl could appreciate.

“So how long have you been touring with Exodus End now?” Toni asked, ready to turn the subject to something she could actually write about in the band’s biography.

“Three-ish weeks.”

“How are you holding up? I never knew how exhausting this lifestyle could be. I haven’t even been following the band for twenty-four hours and I’m ready to keel over.”

“I’m having a great time,” Reagan said. “I love every minute of it. And we do these things in spurts. Usually two days of insanity, a day of travel, and a day to recuperate. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes we do two shows in the same stadium, two nights in a row. Sometimes we do two shows in adjacent cities, but we almost always do shows two nights in a row. Trey claims that we’re slackers—taking two days off for every two days on. His band usually tours constantly. If they’re not playing, they’re traveling. They don’t have as many public appearances as Exodus End does, though, so we have to make time for that stuff too.”

“The band seems to have accepted you as one of them quickly.”

Reagan nodded, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “I pinch myself every day. They’ve been amazing.”

A knock sounded on the door, the doorknob turned, and the door opened a crack. “Are you naked?” a deep voice called into the room. “Please say you’re naked.”

Reagan grinned. “Not yet, but I have company.”

Toni hopped off the sofa. “I’ll go.”

“Is it my favorite company?” Trey Mills said as he let himself into the room. He was already dressed to go onstage, and Toni couldn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat. “Oh,” he said. “Company I don’t recognize.”

“This is Toni. Remember I told you someone was writing a book about Exodus End?”

“And you’re chatting with her in your underwear?” Trey asked.

“If I was going to seduce her,” Reagan said, “she’d already be naked with her legs wrapped around my neck.”

Toni’s couldn’t bring herself to meet their eyes. Reagan had been joking about that, right? Toni had never considered doing anything sexual with another woman, but now she wondered how a woman’s touch differed from that of a man.

“I need to get to the meet and greet,” Toni said, rushing into the bathroom to collect her socks and boots. She sat on the toilet lid to put them on.

She could hear Trey’s deep voice and Reagan’s answering laugh. Were they laughing at her? Probably. She’d made a fool out of herself. Toni secured her hair back with a blue scrunchy that matched her blue blouse which matched one of her socks. Her other sock was gray and matched her long skirt. She looked like she should be shelving library books, not going to a metal band’s meet and greet. Perhaps she should’ve splurged on new clothes for this assignment. She might not stick out like a poodle in a pack of Rottweiler’s if she tried to fit in a little better. She glanced in the mirror and pushed her glasses up her nose. She hated wearing contact lenses, but maybe . . . She turned her head this way and that, making kissy faces at herself in the mirror. Maybe she wasn’t as plain as she thought. Maybe she was actually pretty. Maybe if she put on some makeup and sexier clothes, Logan would start thinking of her as more than a friend. More than a temporary sex partner.

And maybe she should worry about her job instead of what she looked like. She’d never really cared about such things before. And Logan seemed to be attracted to her regardless.

He’d been the one to show her to the women’s dressing room so she could take a shower. He’d even stolen a kiss before claiming he needed to catch a nap on the bus or he’d be worthless that night during the concert. She wondered if he was still sleeping. And how much he’d mind if she woke him.

A naughty idea forming in her head, she hurried out of the bathroom and found Trey kneeling on the floor between Reagan’s legs with a sucker stick protruding from between his lips. He had both hands wrapped around Reagan’s upper thigh and was asking her about the notes she had drawn on her leg.

“I’m going back to the bus,” Toni said when neither of them noticed that she’d entered the room.

“Okay,” Reagan said. “We can talk more later.”

“Thanks,” Toni said, feeling intrusive.