Reagan tossed a questioning look in Jessica's direction. Trey hadn't realized they were standing so close to each other. Jessica had seen him hit rock bottom, so he was incredibly comfortable around her. Hell, he was incredibly comfortable around most people. Reagan would have to get used to it sooner rather than later.
"This is Jessica Chase."
Reagan's eyes widened. "I thought you looked familiar. I saw that video of you and Sed getting it on at the top of the Eif-"
Trey shook his head vigorously and luckily Reagan realized she should keep her knowledge of Sed and Jessica's infamous sex video to herself.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Reagan Elliot."
"So you're a guitarist?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah. Can you believe this fucking shit? Yesterday I was a barista. Today I'm rhythm guitarist for the hottest metal band on the planet, dating the sexiest man in the universe, and about to get on a private jet to go on tour with a band I've idolized for years. Are you fecking serious? How did this happen?"
"Because you're talented," Dare said.
Reagan flushed. "You're making my head swell."
"You always make my head swell," Trey quipped.
"You'll have to show me that on the jet. Where's Master Sinclair? Is he here?" Reagan glanced around the room.
"He's saying good-bye to his wife," Trey said. "It might be a while."
"This is his new baby," Jessica said, lifting Malcolm out of his carrier. The baby released a cry of protest and Brian dashed into the room.
"What's wrong?"
"I just picked him up and startled him a little," Jessica said. "He's fine, Papa Bear."
"He shouldn't be handled by too many people," Dare said. "His little immune system can't handle all the germs."
Brian paled.
"I'll take him," Myrna said, walking rather slow and grimacing with each step. She collected the baby in her arms and he immediately started rooting around for a meal.
"He knows his mother already," Brian said and stroked Malcolm's hair.
Reagan dropped her guitar case and her fingers dug into Trey's arm. He glanced at her and she looked like she was about to faint or explode or something. He followed her line of sight to Brian. Trey hoped she didn't go all fangirl in front of everyone. He'd just told Jessica that she was cool.
"Is this your girlfriend?" Myrna asked Trey.
"Yeah, this is Reagan."
"Nice to meet you." Myrna examined Reagan from head to toe. Her gaze finally settled on Reagan's guitar case. "You're a very attractive woman. I have a thing for guitarists, you know," Myrna said.
Brian choked. He turned to look at Reagan and his eyes widened. "If you want to hook up with her, Myrna, you totally have my permission," he said, "but only if I get to participate."
Myrna chuckled. "I wasn't serious, baby. But you are. Serious. You need to relax. You're going to explode. Everything will be fine. I promise."
Brian sighed and kissed her temple. "I'm going to miss you. Make sure you take a picture of Malcolm every hour and send it to me. And video. Record lots of videos. I don't want to miss anything."
Myrna cupped his face with her free hand. "I will. I promise."
"Jessica," Brian said, tearing his gaze off his little family long enough to glance at Sed's fiancée. "I know Myr won't call me if there's a problem, so you'd better."
Jessica nodded.
"She can always call me if she needs anything," Dare said. "I'll be here." Trey cleared his throat and luckily Dare was a mind reader. "I'll just cancel my trip to Hawaii," he added. "No big deal."
Trey took Reagan's hand. "Let's go get on the plane."
She was still gaping at Brian, so Trey had to give her a tug. She inhaled as if startled and looked at Trey. "Plane? Yeah, okay," she said. She picked up the guitar case she had dropped.
Trey collected her suitcases. "We'll see you in a couple of weeks," he said.
Reagan said, "Nice to meet you all."
"We'll talk when you get off tour," Myrna said. "I'd love to get the perspective of a female musician for the book I'm writing."
"Sure," Reagan agreed.
"I'll be there in a few," Brian said before continuing to say his good-byes with his wife. There was a lot of open-mouthed kissing involved in the process.
Carrying two guitar cases, Dare followed Trey and Reagan toward the back of the house where the airstrip was located.
"Sorry you didn't get a better introduction," Trey said to Reagan.
"It's okay. Everyone's excited about the new baby. I understand."
"Brian isn't going to handle this separation well," Dare commented. "He's going to need your support to get through this, Trey."