Love Resolution

“Where’s Avery?” Marcus demanded, finally cornering Sam near the melting ice sculpture. He’d been trying to get a word with her the entire evening. “The damn event’s almost over.”

“On her way to Phoenix,” she answered, glancing down at her watch. “Probably almost there by now.”

“The hell she is.” His eyes narrowed. “She’s on the Tempest bus, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” she said distractedly, returning the wave of one of the departing VIP’s. “Thanks for coming, Mr. Yanamoto.”

“And you let her?” Marcus growled.

“Um, yeah.” Her chestnut brows lifted and she leaned toward him. “She needed some space. I don’t blame her. Can you?”

“That’s irrelevant.” He frowned. “I think it’s a real bad plan for her to go hang out on a tour bus for fifteen hours with a bunch of guys like them.” His jaw hardened. “Last time I checked, Avery’s a member of Brutal Strength, not Tempest. And I’m pretty sure she’s bound by legal jargon to travel with us.” He let out a long breath. “Trevor,” he called, making eye contact with the band manager.

“What’s up?” Trevor asked as he crossed the room toward them.

Marcus heard the apprehension in his tone and didn’t blame him. It had been a taxing twenty-four hours for all of them. No one wanted more drama, least of all him, but no way was he going to let this slide. “I want you to get in touch with someone in legal at Black Cat. I need documentation to present to our wayward guitarist when we arrive in Phoenix. I want her to understand that she can’t just take off on the Tempest tour bus whenever the mood strikes her.”