Brandon's POV
The bass-heavy rumble of the tour bus had lived in my bones for the last three months, a perpetual vibration that made sleeping in a motionless bed feel unnaturally still. When the band and I rolled back into town, management had booked us rooms at the Grand Palms Hotel to decompress, wash off the road dust, and avoid the local press before our official press conference. But four walls, room service, and the stale scent of air-conditioned luxury had gotten suffocating by noon.
I needed to go home. More specifically, I needed to see my brother.
