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Asher
Oh, Jesus. This was more than I could take. Pick knew. He knew everything.
“So...all this time...you already knew?”
He nodded.
I gasped a second for air, scared shitless, and then it dawned on me. He knew...had known a while, and he hadn’t fired me or kicked me out of his life yet.
“And you’re still okay with...” I waved a finger between us. “Us?”
Pick arched surprised eyebrows. “Were you really worried I wouldn’t want to be your...?” He paused and glanced uneasily toward Sticks.
My drummer hunched deeper into himself, totally caught eavesdropping on our very personal conversation.
But I snorted and waved a hand his way. “He already knows.”
That seemed to take Pick by surprise. “Really?”
I nodded, not concerned about Sticks. “Why is my dad here? Is he still in the build
