There was a narrow spot beside Trey on the bench. He glanced at her and then at Eric in the living room. Instead of scooting over to give her more room, he moved further from Brian so that there was no place to sit. Rebekah decided he didn’t want her to sit beside him. She bit her lip, not sure why Trey’s rebuffs hurt so much. She took her plate from the table and went to sit next to Eric on the sofa.

“That was rude,” Sed commented.

“Shut up,” Trey murmured.

Rebekah ignored him. It wasn’t hard when Eric gifted her with a brilliant smile. She’d rather sit with him anyway. Otherwise, he’d be eating alone.

“God, this is good,” Brian said with a full mouth. “I think Reb deserves a raise.”

Rebekah flushed with pleasure and set her plate on her lap. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Sed said in his deep baritone.

“Thanks for cooking for us,” Jace added with an adorable smile.

Trey silently shoveled food into his mouth, but Eric nudged her gently with his elbow. “If you feed them good food, they’ll love you forever.”

She supposed she could handle that. “Well, since I can’t drive the bus, I guess I’ll take the cooking duties.”

Several hollers of appreciation came from the dining area.

“But you guys get to wash the dishes,” she added.

The appreciative cheers turned to grumbles.

Someone’s phone rang. There was a scuffle as Trey snatched Brian’s phone out of his hand and answered. “Hi, Myrna. Watcha doin’?” Trey said in a teasing tone. “Oh, he’s much too busy to talk right now.”

“Give me the phone,” Brian insisted.

“Are you knocked up yet?” Trey asked. His face fell, and he hurriedly handed the phone to Brian. “She’s crying.”

“Great,” Brian grumbled and shoved Trey out of the booth with both hands. Brian headed toward the bedroom with his phone.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he said to his wife. “We have plenty of time.

We’ll keep trying.”

Brian closed the bedroom door behind him.

Rebekah pushed her food around her plate, her appetite suddenly lacking. She doubted she could swallow around the knot in her throat anyway.

“Dipshit,” Sed grumbled at Trey.

“I didn’t mean to make her cry. How was I supposed to know she started her period?”

“She told you that?” Sed cocked an eyebrow at him.

“How else is she going to know she’s not pregnant?”

“Was she really crying?” Jace asked.

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we should ask her to come on tour with us again,” Sed said. “How is she supposed to get pregnant if she’s in Kansas City and Brian is touring all over the country?”

“He could always jack off into an empty beer bottle and FedEx it to her,” Eric said.

While everyone else rolled their eyes at him, Rebekah burst out laughing.

“He can put it on dry ice, and then she can warm it up in the microwave when it arrives.”

Rebekah laughed harder, almost dropping her plate in the process.

“Oh my God, Rebekah,” Sed grumbled, “would you please not encourage him? He’s bad enough already.”

She glanced from Sed to Eric, and her smile faltered. “That was not funny, Eric,” she said seriously. She turned her head so no one but Eric could see her expression. “Yeah, it was,” she whispered.

Eric grinned. “Are you going to eat any of that?” He pointed at her plate with his fork.

Her appetite had already returned. “Yeah. Making me laugh won’t earn extra food from me.”

The guys around the table had already finished their food and were picking at Brian’s. Rebekah couldn’t blame them. The roast was tender and juicy. The flavor rich and savory. It was one of the best meals she’d ever cooked.

“Hey, what’s that?” Eric pointed to the back of the bus.

While her attention was elsewhere, Eric attempted to steal from her plate. Her hard stare stopped him with his fork hovering millimeters from one of her potatoes. “Busted.”

“You’re just picking at it, and it’s so good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Can’t I have just a little bite?”

She considered him for a moment. She really didn’t mind sharing, but he was so fun to tease. “How about a trade?”

“I don’t have anything you want.”

He had plenty she wanted, but she didn’t want to be too greedy.

“Foot massage.”

“For one potato?” He shook his head. “That’s worth a bite of roast, two potatoes, and a carrot. At least.”

“You’re a master negotiator. You’d better do a good job.” She fed him off her plate, knowing there was no way she could possibly eat it all anyway, but hey, she got a foot massage from the man with the magic hands out of the deal. She was definitely getting the better end of this bargain.

He chewed each bite slowly, as if trying to avoid his task.

When he’d finished, she continued to eat and he rose to put his empty plate in the sink. Returning a moment later, he knelt on the floor at her feet. He took her socked foot in both hands and looked up at her. Their eyes met and her heart began to race. When his uninjured thumb rubbed her instep with just the right amount of pressure, she moaned.

Eric got a strange look on his face, lowered his nose to her foot, and took a hesitant sniff. “Jeez, woman, are you trying to kill me?”

“My feet do not stink,” she said indignantly.

“Must be the sock.” He stripped it from her foot and tossed it aside.

His thumb against her bare skin was almost too wonderful to bear. She stretched her toes and closed her eyes to relish the sensation.

After a minute he stopped and moved to sit beside her on the sofa. She opened her eyes to look at him. “What about the other one?”

“You said foot massage, not feet massage.”

She scowled. “But my other foot wants some attention.”

He looked at her plate pointedly.

“You can’t possibly still be hungry,” she said

“I am,” Sed said in his low baritone. “That was fucking fantastic.

I’ll massage your other foot for second helpings.”

Eric’s eyes opened wide, and he flopped down on the floor again.

“Jessica will kick your ass if you touch another woman.”

“Worth it. Have you tried Jessica’s cooking?” Sed made a face of horror.

Rebekah giggled. Eric Sticks and Sed Lionheart competing to massage her feet? She didn’t remember dying and going to heaven, but it could be the only logical explanation. If only Trey would show some interest. He was sucking on a red sucker and staring at the bedroom door where Brian had disappeared moments before.

“I’ll make more next time. I’m not used to cooking for five men.” Or anyone but herself since she’d broken up with Isaac.

“When we catch up with the other bus and the equipment truck, you’ll be cooking for seventeen men,” Eric said.

“Seventeen?”

“And one very adorable woman.”

“I’m not adorable,” she insisted.

“And also for yourself.”

“There’s another woman on tour?” She said it before she realized he was teasing her again. “You better get busy massaging, or I’ll be sharing this delicious piece of roast with Sed.” She pushed a large piece of roast to the edge of her plate.

“I’m so there,” Sed said.

“Hey, Sed,” Trey said around his sucker. “Come here. I need to tell you something.”

Sed hesitated and then returned to the table and leaned close to Trey who said something in his ear. Rebekah lost concentration when Eric stripped off her other sock and massaged her neglected foot. She speared her meaty offering with her fork and fed him.

He grinned while he chewed and passed Sed a smug look. Sed had settled at the table next to Jace. Apparently, he’d changed his mind about competing for the rest of Rebekah’s supper. When she finally finished, Eric took her plate and set it in the sink.

He then settled next to her on the sofa. “I don’t think I’ll ever get the smell of Reb foot off my hands.” He sniffed his fingers and made a face of displeasure.