The new bed arrived late Sunday afternoon, on Kiera’s night off. It was large, comfortable, springy, and Kiera had been right—Paige gave us a spectacular deal on it. I couldn’t wait to test it out. But unfortunately, I had a gig in Pioneer Square, so breaking it in was going to have to wait until much later. A fact that made me sad, until I remembered that I had a key to Kiera’s apartment now. Usually when I wanted to pop in on her after a show, I had to tell her beforehand that I was going to drop by, so she could leave the door unlocked for me. It took a lot of the spontaneity out of it, not to mention, it really wasn’t a good idea for her to leave her apartment door unsecured, even if it was just for a couple of hours. I usually ended up asking Anna to stay up and let me in, since I really enjoyed crawling into bed with Kiera when she was already asleep. Anna was cool with that…she was a night owl anyway. But now…now I could just come over without all the prep work. I could slip into Kiera’s bed without her ever knowing I was planning on being there. I had a feeling she’d like that kind of surprise…I knew I was excited.

“Dude, why are you bouncing off the walls? You’re practically vibrating…it’s giving me a headache.”

I looked over at Griffin, sullenly sitting on a piece of equipment, equipment he should be helping us move. He did look a little ill, like he was hungover or something. At night? “Just in a good mood. What’s wrong with you? Past your bedtime?”

He gave me a smug look, then flipped me off. “Matt and I stopped by a sorority this afternoon. They were drinking mimosas…so I had some.”

Matt laughed as he set down a piece of Evan’s drums. “Some? You polished off their gallon jug, then started drinking the champagne straight from the bottle. I think it might be time for you to self-evaluate. You might need help.”

Evan laughed while Griffin shot Matt a nasty glare. Lifting his middle finger to him, he said, “Self-evaluate that, fucker. I was just trying to be polite, maybe get a little action.”

Shaking his head, Matt said, “We weren’t there for action. We were there booking a show.” He turned to Evan and me. “They want a band to play at their annual party in the spring. No, let me rephrase that…they want us to play at their annual party in the spring.”