“No. It isn’t one-way.”

~Amelia~

“Seeaaaaattllllle!” Leo screams out into the crowd, making the whole place erupt into absolute, adoring chaos. “I fucking love you!”

Wyatt is holding my hand, and he gives me a squeeze. I glance up and smile at him happily. My cousins have been giving him the side-eye all evening, and I’m sure there will be some interrogations later, but Wyatt’s been completely calm, having a great time.

“Look, there’s Meg!” Jules yells, pointing as Meg walks confidently out on stage, holding a guitar. She’s gorgeous in a short, black dress that flows around her legs, and her hair is wild with pink streaks running through it.

“I fucking love it when Meg sings,” Nat says, clapping excitedly.

The whole Montgomery clan is crammed into the first two rows, just in front of the stage to the right side so we can see everything perfectly. Leo knows how to end a world tour.

“This is Meg,” Leo says, gesturing toward her with a grin. “Y’all remember her, right?”

Key Arena explodes into applause again, making Meg grin from ear to ear.

“We’re going to sing a couple of songs together,” Leo says, then takes the mic away from his mouth and leans in to say something to Meg. She nods and begins to play the guitar. “This is one we used to sing all the time, back in the day when Meg was in my band.”

She walks up to her mic. “You mean when you were in my band.”

She winks at the crowd, making them laugh, and Leo just shakes his head.

Leo Nash is sexy as fuck. I glance over at Jules, who just winks at me. He’s the consummate rock star: tattooed and pierced, his hair messy, gauges in his ears. I never would have paired him with Samantha, but she’s gazing up at him from a few chairs away from me with lust and so much love, I’m surprised she hasn’t exploded with it.

They break out into an old Coldplay song, and I begin to dance around. Wyatt has moved throughout the night, but suddenly, he starts dancing. And I don’t just mean stepping back and forth.

My man can move.

“Damn, you’re good at this,” I say, and he winks down at me, sweeps me into his arms, and moves us in the sexiest circle that’s ever existed.

If we weren’t surrounded by about a billion people, I’d climb him right here and now.

When the song is over, Wyatt dips me deeply and then pulls me back up to kiss me silly.

My cousins applaud.

“What’s next?” Meg asks Leo. Without a word, he breaks out into another song, and she easily keeps up.

“I love P!nk,” Stacy says. For the next thirty minutes, Meg and Leo rock the stage, until finally, Meg pulls her guitar off and takes a bow.

“She’s damn good,” Wyatt says.

“She really is,” I agree. Meg joins us as Nash breaks out into more songs from their extensive backlist, rocking for another thirty minutes.

“Jesus, how long are they going to play?” Brynna asks. “They have to be exhausted!”

“It’s the last night, so they’ll play for a while,” Sam says, watching her husband. “And Seattle is their favorite crowd.”

“I can see why,” Nat replies. “Are you sure you want all of us to come over tonight? Don’t you want him all to yourself?”

“I’ll have him,” she says.

“Their house looks amazing,” Alecia informs us. “And there’s way too much food for just the two of them.”

“Will’s probably already eaten most of it,” Meg comments.

“I planned for him,” Alecia replies. “I’ve been planning family events for five years. I’ve got this.”

The guys have left the stage, and the crowd is chanting for an encore, which of course they’ll get. Nash tickets might be out-of-this-world expensive, but the show is worth every dime.

“Thank you for bringing me to this,” Wyatt murmurs in my ear. I grin up at him.

“Thanks for coming.”

Will, Luke, and Dominic stayed at Sam’s house for the concert. Will and Luke will draw attention away from the stage, and Dom volunteered to finish setting up so Alecia could come to the concert and enjoy the show.

Everyone else is here. I have no idea who got suckered into taking the dozen or so kids for the night, but I don’t envy them.

That’s a lot of kids. The Montgomerys reproduce like it’s a job.

When the concert is officially over, and Nash has taken their bows, we make our way backstage.

“We can seriously just see them later,” Jules says, but Sam shakes her head.

“He’ll want to see us. Trust me.”

We turn a corner as Leo does. He’s clearly looking for someone, and the way his face lights up when he sees Sam says he’s found her.

“Hey, sunshine,” he says as he pulls her into his arms and kisses her soundly. “How were we?”

“So fucking good,” she says before kissing him again. “I’m so proud of you.”

He just hugs her close, then sets her down, and everyone else moves in for hugs and handshakes. When he gets to me, he surprises me by hugging me tightly.

“So glad you came, little one.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” I reply. “It was so good, Leo.”

“I know,” he says with a cocky wink, then turns his attention to Wyatt. “I’m Leo.”

Wyatt just laughs. “Yes, I know. I’m Wyatt.”

“The Wyatt?” he asks with a raised brow. “Well, we’ll have to talk later, then.”

Wyatt and I exchange surprised looks.

“Why do you all talk so much?” I ask the group at large.

“You’re a Montgomery,” my cousin, Caleb, reminds me. “This is not news.”

“At least you’d never talk about me behind my back, Caleb.”

“He doesn’t talk to anyone,” Jules reminds me.

“Exactly.”

Caleb just winks at me, then gives Wyatt the stink eye again.

“Stop looking at him like that.”

“I don’t think we formally met earlier,” Wyatt says and steps over to him. “I’m Wyatt Crawford.”

“Are you just fucking her, or are you her boyfriend?” Caleb asks, making me gasp, Nat roll her eyes, and Brynna laugh.

This isn’t funny.

Okay, it’s kind of funny.

“We can’t have this conversation now,” Matt says. “The others aren’t here to hear the answer.”

“Save it then,” Caleb says. “And think long and hard about that answer.”

“My cousins are stupid,” I grumble in the car on the way to Sam and Leo’s fortress on the cliff that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. “I mean, this is the twenty-first century, and they’re acting like cavemen.”

“They’re acting like people who care about you. They don’t know me,” Wyatt reminds me and kisses my fingers. “We’ll chat it out tonight.”

“No fists,” I warn him.

“I’ve never punched anyone,” he says with a laugh.

“You were going to punch Archer the other day.”

“Well, in my defense, he was touching you, and you were saying no. So, yeah, he might have seen the wrong side of my fist.”

I study him as he turns off the freeway, following the directions on the GPS.

“You know what occurred to me yesterday?” I ask.