Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (16 page)

I smiled as the glow from the phone passed across her face. That was an angry whispering face that I recognized. Kayla. Her eyes fell on me as the door opened and she rushed around the guard, pushing him to the side and ignoring his protests. She wrapped me in a hug.

"Kayla! What's going on here?"

"I was so worried! You disappeared and then you weren't answering any of my phone calls and they said he went in there with a girl but I couldn't go in there to try and find you and…"

Her breath was coming in quick gasps and I realized she seemed like she was on the verge of bursting into tears. Damn! That definitely wasn't the reaction I'd been expecting. Not that I'd been expecting to see Kayla at all when I stepped off the bus.

"What happened with your guy?"

Kayla sighed. "It was fun," she said. "But let's just say that after we finished having that fun time he was more interested in drinking and playing video games than hanging out with me."

I felt a pang of guilt as she said that. The way she was sighing made it clear she would've loved it very much if he did want to cuddle up with her. Maybe fall asleep together. Maybe sit and talk about things. Exactly what I'd gotten from Grant, and here I was running away from it like a stupid idiot.

"What about you? You slut!" Kayla said.

I shrugged. "More or less the same thing."

The lie caused another pang of guilt to run through me, but whatever. Let her think what she was going to think. Given her recent experience she probably wouldn't have too much trouble imagining that I'd had a love'em and leave'em one night affair with Grant in much the same way that she'd enjoyed her time with her guy. That would be a lot easier to deal with than the inevitable questioning that would follow from telling her that I had a brief glimpse of something very special developing between me and Grant and now I was sneaking away in the night like a coward rather than confronting it. No, she wouldn't like that at all. I’d never hear the end of it.

The lie was easier.

Kayla hooked her elbow in my own and pulled me away. She gave a pointed dirty look to the guard who'd refused to let her into Grant's trailer, though it's not like I could blame the guy. That was his job, after all. He shrugged and went back to his ebook when it looked like we weren’t going to try and get back in.

"Come on Mia," Kayla said. "Let's get out of here. Away from these rock star users!"

I was surprised at the heat in Kayla's voice. From the way she'd been talking on the way over here, hell from the way she talked about the band over the years, it seemed like a one night stand with her favorite member of the group wouldn't be entirely unwelcome. Only now the way she was reacting made me think that maybe there was a little bit more to her rock star fantasy then a slam bam thank you ma'am one night stand.

Interesting. Very interesting.

And that just made me feel all the more guilty that I'd achieved the dream and now I was leaving it behind. Yeah, I definitely needed to never tell Kayla about that. On the bright side, if Kayla was this pissed off then there was a good chance I was never going to have to hear her lecturing me about Twenty Promises ever again.

16: The Morning After

Light. Buzzing. Confusion.

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted the decision. The sunlight streaming in through that huge back window definitely wasn’t good for a guy nursing a hangover. Usually I closed the blinds the night before so I wouldn’t have this problem, I tended to run a pretty vampiric schedule so good blinds were a must on the bus, but they only worked if I wasn’t distracted.

Distractions. I smiled as I thought about the delicious distraction that kept me from adjusting the blinds the night before. Yeah, that had felt good falling asleep with Mia in my arms.

I’d never done that before. Like, ever. A definite first for a girl I brought back to the place where the magic happened. I hoped it would be the first of many occasions where I’d fall asleep with her in my arms. That had been nice. Last night was a very real and concrete demonstration of something I’d suspected for a long time: getting your rocks off was getting your rocks off, but making love to someone you cared about was something else entirely.

It made me all the more jealous of Eric and Todd and what they had, but now that I had Mia I was hopeful that things might blossom into what those guys had.

My stomach rumbled. Food. Breakfast. I should get food. I didn’t have anything to cook on the bus even though it came with a fully furnished kitchen. All I really needed was a microwave, but when we bought the thing it had been one of those deals where it would’ve been more expensive to get something custom that didn’t have the cookie cutter option of a full kitchen. Still, it would be a good idea to get something for Mia.

Odd. I didn’t feel her in my arms where she’d been last night when we went to sleep. Then again I suppose it would be weird to expect her to spend the whole night wrapped naked in my arms even if that would’ve been a pleasant experience to wake up to. I’d settle for waking up next to her naked. Or even if she’d woken up in the middle of the night and decided to put some clothes on. She was beautiful no matter what.

I rolled over and moved my hand out across the bed expecting to feel her glorious curves at any moment, but nothing. I blinked and sat up.

The bed was empty. Well, I was in there, but there was definitely no Mia. Just rumpled sheets where she’d been last night.

Damn.

I moved over to the foot of the bed on the off chance she’d rolled off in the middle of the night. She’d had a bit to drink, after all, as had I. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d heard of someone falling off the bed in a drunken stupor even if she hadn’t been all that drunk.

No Mia. Also none of her clothes. I was pretty sure I’d tossed them down to the foot of the bed the night before when we were having our fun. Fun that brought a smile to my face as I thought back on it. That really had been one of the best nights of my life.

Even if it wasn’t exactly shaping up to be one of the best mornings after.

What the hell was going on here? I was experiencing all sorts of firsts with this girl. The first time I’d actually found myself interested in someone who was dressed up to go to one of our concerts. The first time I’d actually felt something other than a little bit of old fashioned lust when I pulled a girl on stage. The first time I’d been interested in what a girl had to say as much as I was interested in how hot she was.

Apparently the first time I’d been stood up and left high and dry after a one night stand. Talk about one hell of an odd reversal there. I was used to being the one who did the ditching. I thought back to all the times that I left early in the morning and had a note along with breakfast and an autographed picture talking about what a great time I had the night before.

I felt like an asshole even thinking about that. I felt like I was getting everything I deserved and then some as payback.

Of course there was still a small sliver of hope. There was still the chance that Mia would be waiting for me on the other side of the bedroom door instead of a metaphorical karmic note and autographed picture that was payback for all the asshole things I’d done to my fans over the years.

I pulled on some pants from the night before. I could shower later. If Mia really was gone then I needed to get the ball rolling on a couple of things before I even thought about showering or breakfast.

And if she was here, well the shower in the bus was small, but one thing I’d made sure of when I bought this thing was that it would be more than enough to accommodate two people showering at the same time.

I had different priorities back then.

The only problem? It looked like I was going to be doing a one man shower after all. I glanced through the living area and even on the floor around the couch on the off chance she’d stumbled out here in the middle of the night and passed out, again wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened, only there was no sign of her.

The bus was completely empty. Just like it had been for most of this damn tour.

Fuck.

I popped my head out the front door, not caring that I was completely shirtless. I heard some cheers and blinked in the morning light. I couldn’t believe it. Looking over at the chain link fence separating the buses from the rest of the world there were actually a few girls standing there with their phones in hand trying to take pictures. There was even a tent in one spot making it clear they’d stayed the night.

Damn. Talk about crazy. Not that I was too worried. It’s not like a camera on a phone was going to get much of a picture. For that matter it’s not like it would be the first time a picture of me shirtless made the rounds of the Internet. I had no shame to hide from the world at this point. Well, I’d never been naked on the Internet, but other than that.

“Morning Grant,” Jake said.

“Morning yourself Jake,” I replied.

Jake was usually the one guarding my bus through the night. It was a pretty sweet gig for him too. Mostly that meant sitting outside the front door reading a book or maybe playing a video game on his phone to break up some of the boredom. Not that I minded him breaking up the monotony. I figured it had to be a pretty boring job keeping back all the women who didn’t storm the chain link fences like in the old days.

Jake had earned his pay back then. I figured the least I owed him now was reading on the job. It was also nice having someone out there to keep an eye on things. I was particularly glad this morning that he was out there waiting.

“You didn’t happen to see a lady come through here the night before, did you?” I asked.

Jake chuckled, a deep bass rumble, and shook his head. “You talking about the hellcat that came over here demanding to get into your bus in the middle of the night, or the one who stepped off your bus and ran off with the first one?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. Damn it. That was all the confirmation I needed. She was gone. And all I had was a phone number. Then again if she really didn’t want to talk to me it’s not like having a phone number was going to do a hell of a lot to get her attention. She could ignore me all she wanted and I’d be screwed.

Or I wouldn’t be screwed. Not like last night, at least. Damn it.

“I don’t suppose they said anything?”

I could at least hope that maybe she had work in the morning or something like that. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she hadn’t bailed because she was freaking out about who I was. She seemed a little skittish for most of the night last night, and I could only assume that’s what ultimately chased her away.

Jake shook his head and chuckled again. “You sure you want to hear the things they were saying? Seems like the hellcat didn’t have a great experience with Blake. Can’t say I’m surprised on that score.”

I sank down against the steps, not even caring that those women on the other side of the chain link fence were still standing there snapping away. Let them snap away. Talk about ironic. Here I was surrounded by women who would love a chance to get with me and the one woman in the world I wanted was the one who was running as far and as fast as possible.

Damn it.

“Goddamn Blake,” I muttered.

“What’d he do this time?”

“He might have just screwed me out of the girl of my dreams because he just had to screw her best friend.”

“Sounds like something he’d do, not that he can help it. Getting mad at Blake for screwing a fan is like getting mad at a fish for swimming. Time was you were like that too, I remember.”

Jake laughed again. Even I snorted at that one. It wasn’t one of his better cheesy jokes, but it was up there. And with the way I was feeling I would latch onto anything to provide a little bit of comic relief in what was starting to look like a pretty goddamn bleak situation.

I glanced over to Jake. I seemed to recall Jake being a man who could get things done once upon a time, even if he had settled into a life of reading and enjoying a nice easy gig.

“Jake, what would you say if I said I needed some help?”

He held his hands up. One of them had his trusty ereader still there from where he’d been flipping digital pages the night before.

“Hey man, one of the deals when we started this tour was I wasn’t doing any of that stuff anymore,” he said. “Besides, all my contacts are at least a decade out of date. I’ve been clean for as long as you guys.”

I laughed and shook my head. Of course he would think I was after that, though I wasn’t sure that scoring a little bit of pot for after the show really counted as being heavy into illegal shit. Especially considering the stuff was legal now in at least a few of the states where we toured.

Still, I wasn’t interested in any of that. I was more interested in some of his contacts in the security business.

“I’m not talking about scoring some weed for an after party or anything like that,” I said. “Besides, the record company has way better contacts for that sort of thing than you do if I decided I wanted to get back into that.”

“Oh? Then what do you need?”

“You work security. Do you know guys who can track things down? Like if I were to give you a phone number do you know anyone who could run with that?”