Lia sighed. “For you. I want you to tell him he’s an asshole. He shouldn’t have left the way he did. He knows you’re dealing with Rosie’s death. And he sure as shit shouldn’t have messed around with the girl.”
“I hate her.” I sniffled, wiping my nose on one of the crumpled tissues I kept in my pocket. “I’d hate him, too, if I could.”
“I’ll do enough hating for both of us.”
I tore apart the tissue, ripping it into smaller and smaller bits, thinking.
“You said he was sorry he hurt me?”
“He told Asher that multiple times. Why?”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. I wasn’t going to spill Hayden’s secrets, not even to my sister. Stupid though it was, I needed to protect him. “What, exactly, did he say?”
“Um, Asher said his words were, I’d never hurt her on purpose. But he had to know leaving you would be hard on you emotionally.”
“But that’s not what he meant,” I murmured. Why hadn’t I connected the bruises to what I knew about Hayden and his mother earlier?
Lia sucked in a breath. “What else could he mean?”
“I woke up the morning he left with some bruises. On my hips. From his hands.”
“What?” Lia’s voice was low, dangerous. I’d only heard her like this once before, when a classmate intentionally hurt Abbi’s feelings. “He bruised you?”
“No. God, no. He was crawling back in his shell. Like I do. You know. I didn’t want him to, so I pushed for intimacy, and things got . . . rough. In a good way. It helped him back from the edge, but between the text he sent me that morning and what he said to Asher . . . I think that’s what he meant.”
Princess blinked at me with her large, sapphire eyes before licking her lips again. Yeah, it was a pretty reasonable guess.
“You sure?”
“About it being unintentional? Yes.”
Lia exhaled hard into the phone. “Good. Because if he did mean to hurt you, I’d have to fly to Asia to destroy him.”
“Lia!”
“How do you feel?” Lia asked.
“The bruises? You know how easily I bruise. Touch me wrong and poof! If I’m right though . . . ” I sighed. “I’m going to have to talk to him.”
“You owe him nothing. Especially now that he took pictures with another woman. Telling him he’s an asshole is one thing. Forgiving him is another. And you shouldn’t feel obligated to do so. Asher agrees with me.”
“I think there’s more to it that I’m just beginning to understand. And that’s going to eat at me.”
Lia grunted, her annoyance wafting through the phone like an invisible vapor. “I want you to be happy, Bri. And safe.”
I thanked her then clicked off my phone. Princess still watched me.
“Should I give Hayden my new number?”
Mrroowww.
“That’s all you have to say?”
She lifted her paw and began to lick it.
“Talking to you isn’t helping.”
Chapter 29
Hayden
Flip and I clinked beers. Jake and Ets were across the room, chatting up some of the fans.
“To Mumbai,” I murmured.
“Best show in a while,” Flip said. “Good to be out of Asia, I think.”
I sat my half-empty beer on the table. “Felt good. The show. Leaving for Europe tomorrow will be excellent.”
Flip tugged on his soul patch. “Any ideas what you want to do after this tour?”
Everything inside me stilled, even my heart. Next second it pounded, harder and louder than normal.
No way he could know what I’d been thinking.
“Not sure. Probably grab some holidays. You?”
“You’re in love with her—the Yank.”
I picked up my beer. Not seeing Briar this week made me antsy. I was an addict in full-blown withdrawal.
“It was like that for me, with Cynthia.”
“She good?” I asked.
She’d miscarried last year so had been extra careful about this pregnancy, spending most of it on bed rest.
Flip’s face split in a wide grin. “Talked to her before I came backstage. She’s great. The baby’s moving heaps, keeping her up a lot of the night. Wish I was there to feel him tussle about.”
Lack of sleep wasn’t something to be excited about—I’d give anything to put together five straight hours right now—but I was happy for Cynthia and Flip.
“Good news then, mate.”
“So do you love your Yank?” he asked.
“It’s all jumbled. I mean, I met her whilst my mum was dying. All the feelings, they were intense. But . . . ” I said slowly, “when I think about Briar, separate from my mum, it’s all positive. It’s like my mum’s death soured it all somehow.”
“That’ll color any scenario.”
“So it’s a right bloody mess.”
“You’re going to have to talk to her. Tell her you’re not happy here without her. Soon.”
I shot him an angry look. “I’ve been trying. She changed her number.”
Flip smirked as he lifted his beer to his mouth. “Women were always too easy for you. Especially when you were giving off that I-don’t-give-a-shit vibe. I like seeing you all tied up over a girl. She’s gorgeous, by the way.”
“Yeah. She is. But she’s also sensitive. And funny. And she’s a better runner than me.”
Flip laughed. “Definitely love.” He slapped me on the back. “Thanks for asking about my plans. Me, I want to get home for some family time. Just thought you should know.”
“Right-o. Appreciate that, Flip.”
He sauntered off, waving to a gaggle of lovesick girls before heading out to the tour bus. A couple of months ago, I’d thought Flip was an idiot, leaving the company of pretty girls to go play video games or read, whatever a man did when his lover wasn’t with him. But I got it now. I wanted nothing more than to do the same.
I stood, planning to call Asher again. The timing worked. Good thing about being up so late here in Mumbai meant it was afternoon in Seattle.
“Come here, Crewe. Meet Indira.”
Fucking Ets. I wasn’t interested in making small talk with a girl ten years younger than me. I scowled, causing his smirk to slide into a full-blown grin. Yeah, he was angry with me for my comment about Mila. I should have kept my mouth shut.
“She’s your biggest fan,” he needled.
“Good to meet you, Indira,” I said, holding out my hand to shake hers. She stood, giggling. If she was twenty, I’d be shocked. “Hope you enjoyed the show.”
“I did. Very much.” She batted long lashes at me. I stepped back, wary. I refused to have my picture taken with another sheila. No way. Last time I called Asher, he’d reamed me for ten minutes about the photos with that blonde before he even let me state my business.
“Right-o. I have some calls to make. Enjoy your evening.”
Ets glared. Extricating himself from another girl who was latched on to his arm, he followed me from the room.
“What the hell’s your problem?” he growled.
“Right now? You. I didn’t want to meet that girl, and I sure as hell don’t want to invite her back to my bed on the bus.”
“Since meeting that Yank you’re a complete bore.”
I bit my tongue. Fighting with Ets wouldn’t help. I shoved my hands into my pockets and rolled back on my heels. “Anything else?”
“Just that meeting that woman was the worst thing that ever happened to you.”
“You’re wrong, Ets. Briar got me through one of the hardest experiences of my life. What if it was your mum? Wouldn’t you be thankful for someone holding you up?”
Before he could answer, I turned on my heel and left the room. Clearing the rest of the roadies and the last few girls trying to get past security, I dialed Asher’s number.
“Hayden, I can’t help you out, man. You gotta quit calling me. You dicked over Lia’s sister. Not once but twice.”
Heat crept up my neck. “I never meant to leave her like that. It just kind of happened. I told you. The blonde—nothing happened.”
“Doesn’t matter what I think. You look like you’re enjoying her attention in that photo. And that makes you an asshole. Dahlia’s words.”
“Asher, I need to talk to Briar. If I didn’t have back-to-back gigs, I’d fly out there. Hell, I’d already be on a plane.”
I’d thought of it more than once. But leaving wasn’t fair to my band. We’d worked our arses off for this, and I couldn’t put my personal life in front of their careers no matter how much I wanted to.
“Look, I remember what being twenty-nine’s like. Stupid comes naturally. But you hurt Briar, which means you hurt Dahlia, and that pisses me off.”
“I’ve been working my end of the PR,” I snapped. “I can’t make them leave her alone. I would if I could. I miss her.” I sighed. “I’m worried about her.”
“Then you should’ve stayed long enough to talk to her. And you shouldn’t have let those pictures get out.” Asher’s tone bordered on murderous.
“I fucked up.” Way more than Asher knew.
“She’s in a media shitstorm you created, and her friend’s dying. Dahlia’s begged her to come here and she won’t. So she’s alone. What the fuck, man.”
“We’ve gone this round, Asher. I’m sorry. My mum dying . . . I still don’t know what to do with that.” Hell, I was already in deep, what did it matter if he knew my most personal secret? “My mum had bipolar disorder,” I said, my voice quiet. “She said that’s why she left when I was a kid and didn’t contact me again after a particularly bad depression.” I sighed. “I’d spent time in the hospital after that episode of hers.”
After a long pause, I heard Asher let out a sigh. “That’s even worse than the shit my dad pulled,” he muttered. “I hate my old man.”
“Thing is, until I met with my mum, I hated her for leaving. So seeing her, hearing why she’d left, messed with my head. Especially finding out she kept up with my life but just never bothered to actually reach out to me, let me know she cared.”
“How old were you?”
The heaviness of that truth ripped at me. Along with questions like whether I should forgive my mum for being a victim of her illness.
“Ten.”
“Much as that sucks, doesn’t make what you did to Briar okay.”
“I should’ve thought more about how Briar would feel. I’m trying to fix it.”
Asher sighed. “Look, Dahlia’s been talking to Briar. Usually a couple times a day. Dahlia’s suggested Briar talk to you. It’s her decision. Let her make it.”
“I can’t. I need to talk to her, Asher. This is—” I blew out a breath and leaned back against our tour bus. “I love her.” My voice grew stronger, the tension lessening in my shoulders. “She deserves to know that.”
He sighed, long and hard. “Fuck. If there are any other pictures with another woman, I’ll fly out there and break your hands so you can’t play the piano. Are we clear?”
“As water.”
Asher groaned. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Why are you helping me?” I’d been curious.
“I lost Lia when I was young.” His voice was gravelly. “It fucked me up for years. Years.”
“So you get it? I’m not trying to be a wanker.”
“Doesn’t matter if you’re trying. You’re being one.”
That tone brooked no argument. So I waited.
“Fine.” Asher dragged out the word. “Look her up on Facebook. She’s one of my friends on my personal page. You can message her that way. But I didn’t suggest it.”
As much of an olive branch as I’d get. I’d take that, at least for now.
“Tell me about performing in Mumbai. We’ve never been there,” Asher said.
We talked for another few minutes, and I relaxed into the convo, glad to have someone with so much industry knowledge to talk shop with.
“Dahlia’s calling me. She’s probably found some new house she wants to look at,” Asher said. His smile bled through the phone connection, and I murmured goodbye. Jealousy ripped through me. I wanted that life, that ease, Asher had with Lia.
I turned to see Flip standing on the top step of the tour bus. His eyes were filled with humor and even some sympathy. “It’s a bitch, falling fast and hard. But Cynthia and the baby are worth all that emotion I don’t know where to put or how to handle.” He patted my shoulder. “Trust me.”
“It’s getting Briar to trust me that’s the issue.”
Flip shook his head. “Can’t help you there, mate. Just know women’s hearts are fragile. Thankfully, not as fragile as ours. We’re weak bastards.”
“Care to do something?” I asked.
“Like what?”
“I haven’t got a clue.”
“You not wanting to play music all the time is still weird.”
I shrugged. “Perspective, mate. I’m finally seeing there’s more to life than pounding some keys.”
Flip laughed again. “Pounding a woman you love is better, I agree. Come on,” he said, nodding toward the tour bus. “Let’s play that car-hijacking game. Give yourself a badass persona and the confidence you need to make the next move.”
Chapter 30
Briar
I’d woken up just before 5:00 a.m., wide-awake. Lia’s words from yesterday came back to me. You can’t hide from your feelings, Briar. They’ll come out, eventually.
So I picked up my phone and pulled up Hayden’s contact information. Seeing his tiny picture—his fingers poised over a piano—made me ache. Not just my heart, but my middle. That was the problem with really good sex. There was no substitute.
For hours, I lay in bed staring at my phone. I wrote, deleted, and rewrote a message. Before I could change my mind, I closed the messaging app. Just because I missed him didn’t mean I should contact him even if he had reached out through Facebook. I deserved a man who trusted me enough to talk through whatever was going on in his head.
Setting the phone down, I headed to the bathroom. I needed to shower before I went to the hospice center. Late mornings were Rosie’s best time. I wanted to be there for the few hours she was awake.
I let the hot spray pound at the tension in my lower back as I catalogued all the reasons why Hayden wasn’t worth my time. The list was long, and with each new item, my resolve firmed. I even took my time shaving, deciding I’d wear a knee-length black skirt and a keyhole lavender blouse I knew Rosie liked.
I stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around me. Wow, I’d been in there a long time. My phone rang. I pulled my robe tight around my neck as I rushed to answer the call.
My stomach heaved then settled with icy unhappiness as I read the caller ID.
“This is Briar.”
“Briar, it’s Kelly from hospice. I’m calling about Rosie.”
“Is she okay?”
“Her vitals took a major dive.”
I’d been expecting the news, but the reality still cut deep. Really deep. Worse, I wanted Hayden’s arms around me, holding me tight until I was strong enough to help Rosie finish the job of dying.
“We wanted you to know. She asked for you when she woke up this morning.” She would. Rosie knew I’d be there for her. I’d promised. I pressed my thumb against my eye. Like I’d been there for Hayden. Stupid of me to think of him so much now.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Hanging up the phone, I tossed it onto the bed and scrambled toward the closet, pulling out the first item I saw.
I hurried through my routine. After shoving my feet into my gray slouch boots, I hurried back into the bathroom and flipped on the hair dryer. Not the outfit I’d planned, but it’d work. My long burgundy tunic hit midthigh on my gray skinny jeans. Dark colors to match my darkened mood. I ruffled my hair, wishing it would dry faster. With quick, efficient strokes, I added a little mascara and lip gloss, bypassing my new, anno
yingly long makeup routine. I clicked off the dryer and raced through the bedroom, grabbing my phone before heading down the hall. I tossed it into my purse as I hurried into the kitchen.
“No time to hear about your morning, Princess. I’ve got to get to hospice. I’ll tell Rosie you miss her.”
After plating a large piece of fresh fish for Princess, I made my coffee and put it in a to-go mug. I was out the door in ten minutes, racing through the last of the commuter traffic. I ran into the building and hurried down the hall.
“Briar!” I turned at the sound of Kelly’s voice.
“Oh, God. She’s already gone.”
“No. Oh, I’m so sorry, honey. No. I just wanted to let you know we’ve gotten a couple of calls for you here. From Hayden. He’s worried because you didn’t respond to his messages earlier.”
Kelly raised her eyebrows, obviously hoping for some good gossip.
“I’m going in to see Rosie. If Hayden calls again, tell him Rosie’s running out of time.”
“Already did. He said he wishes he was here with you. As you were for him.”
Not enough to do anything about it, like come help me. While I understood lots of people counted on him, I wanted to be the most important person in his life. I tilted my head back. In anyone’s life. I hadn’t been.
My mom left at the first opportunity. Ken never cared about me as much as he did his job, his image. Hayden was just one in a long line of people who took what I offered, giving nothing back. And I just couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t keep giving myself to people. I’d rather be numb than feel like this.
“Thanks, Kelly. I appreciate the message.”
I opened Rosie’s door, shutting out Kelly, Hayden, and the rest of the world. This time in here, this was for Rosie.
Rosie turned her head and met my gaze.
“Hey, there,” I said, trying to smile.
“You’re having one hell of a month, sweetie,” Rosie said. She shook her head, her thinning, white hair shifting on the pillow.
“What are you talking about? I’m great.” I sniffled. Rosie’s skin was yellow, sagging. Besides Lia, this woman was the most important person in my life. I cleared my throat and tried to smile. Rosie deserved my best, just like she’d always given me. “How are you feeling?”
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