“The DJ. Don’t you wanna talk to him for Mara?”

“Yeah, but—”

“I can’t see him anywhere, so he must be backstage, which means we have to go backstage.”

Derek’s forehead contracted. “You think he’s in the green room?”

Buchanan was probably in the shitter, but Willow wasn’t above exploiting Derek’s need to give Mara whatever she wanted. As the bouncer just proved, his fame was hit and miss, but Derek’s was a golden ticket. He was one of the most recognisable guys in Australia and people only left him alone in places like this because he looked mean as a cut snake. With Derek at his side, they’d definitely get into the green room. “Mate, he’s gotta backstage. We need to go find him.”

“I dunno. I’m not lending you cred so you can go freak some girl out.”

“I’m not gonna freak Eden out! If I open and it falls flat, I won’t go near her ever again. I just wanna see if we click. I’ve got a great feeling about her.”

Derek rubbed his brow. “Willow, do you get sick of being wrong about women?”

“Hey, no one I’ve fucked has ever robbed me.”

Derek bared his teeth.

Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to razz him. At least not before they got backstage. He gave his mate an apologetic smile. “I take it back. And you’re marrying a hot millionaire, so you can’t be mad at me.”

“I can.” Derek’s face softened. “Alright, fuck it. Let’s give the green room a try.”

Willow punched him in the arm. “Yes!”

“For five minutes. I talk to Buchanan, you say hi to the DJ, then we get the fuck out of here and buy Normal some chewing gum. I think he’s taking a turn.”

Willow cast his gaze to where Psycho was dancing with a pretty brunette, albeit completely out of time with the music. “He’s fine. He’s upright. Let’s just… What?” he asked, as Derek’s brow scrunched. “What are you looking at?”

“I think that’s Andy.”

“Who?”

Derek pointed to where a new guy was talking to the roadie. He wore a white shirt and chinos and looked entirely out of place. “Yeah, that’s Chase’s boyfriend, Andy. What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Chase…? Your business guy? That American dude?”

“Yeah.”

Willow’s pulse spiked. “I’ve met him! Holy fuck, I’ve met Andy too! Let’s go up there and say hi. He might know Eden.”

“The fuck’s Eden?”

“Bunny Descent. My future wife?”

“Fuck me, you are not getting a plus one.”

Willow ignored him and headed for Andy. The Asian guy’s face was wary as he approached, but his expression changed when he saw Derek.

That’s right, motherfucker. I know people.