SOMEWHERE ON THE ROAD between Chicago and Philadelphia, Brendan and Katie were the only two people awake, lying in bunks across the aisle from each other. They’d started taking advantage of these quiet moments when everyone else was asleep to be together. Now that they weren’t road roommates, they had so little time that was just the two of them.
“What would you think of me doing more of our choreography?” Brendan asked.
Katie shifted to get more comfortable on her side. These bunks were terrible. “You’re already doing it. It’s not like we’re adding new numbers to the tour at this point.”
“I don’t mean for the tour. Not this tour, at least. I was thinking for ours. Or just ... whatever else we do.” Brendan tucked his knees up closer to his chest. He was wearing basketball shorts and an
