Hell. He didn’t mention he went through so much trouble to get to me. I assumed he flew in through Southwest, his favorite airline. I’m glad that I’ve turned my face from him so he doesn’t see my look of surprise or how I have to squeeze my eyes shut because of the sudden burning behind them.
“Thanks for this.” I drag my green shirt from last night over my head. My jeans go on next, and when I wiggle my bottom to finish pulling them up, he sighs.
“Hate to see that ass disappear.” Probably because my bra cups aren’t exactly overflowing, Wyatt’s always had a thing for my butt. “It’s too f**king perfect to cover up, beautiful.”
I flush. “I’ll see you around.”
He doesn’t respond until I’ve opened the door to his hotel room, and what he does say will stay with me for the rest of the day. “Tonight, Kylie. Tonight you’re f**king mine.”
As if I needed a reminder.
My face is still prickly when I let myself into my room five minutes later. Cautiously, I peek around the corner, to where our queen size beds are separated by only a nightstand, but Heidi is alone. She’s sitting on her bed in a midriff baring tee and boyshorts, plucking food off of a tray loaded with the continental breakfast.
“You’re up early,” I say.
She takes a long sip of coffee and makes a face at the Styrofoam cup. “So are you. So, did you screw Prince Albert to get him out of your system?” When I slide down on the edge of my bed to face her, she lets out a dramatic sigh. “And you didn’t, did you?”
Heidi’s been my friend for the last four years. I met her on tour because she dated the lead singer of a band that opened for Your Toxic Sequel. We bonded instantly over our mutual love of music and even our similar backgrounds—my parents are youth ministers and her dad is a former televangelist. She’s been there for the tears and the bullshit and she gets it. So when I glance up at her, I don’t even try to keep the misery from creeping its way onto my face. “He took the Prince Albert out a couple years back, remember?”
I still have memories of the tiny piercing at the head of Wyatt’s cock, and they’re all vivid enough to flood my mouth with moisture.
She snorts and bites into her bagel. “Sorry, I don’t keep up with what Wyatt McCrae is doing with and to his junk.”
“Which is why we’re friends.” I scan through my phone in search of the number Wyatt programmed earlier. “Sin is back in rehab,” I say quietly.
She sinks her small teeth into her lip. Heidi’s been around for a lot of Sinjin’s ups and downs, too. “What the f**k?” So, I tell her everything Wyatt told me last night, and when I’m done, she shakes her head to each side. “What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t know.” But as soon as I can speak to Lucas directly, I’ll sure as hell find out. In the meantime, I need to handle his flight details before I even think about confronting him. I fish my credit cards out of the nightstand drawer.
Heidi cocks an eyebrow as I take off in the direction of the bathroom. “If you want to talk dirty, I can cut you a discount,” she calls after me, and I spin around to face her.
“It’s impossible for me to take you seriously when you’ve got cream cheese on your upper lip,” I say. She wipes it with the back of her hand, smearing it even more. “Making a call for Lucas before I talk to him about Sin. Be out in a little.” I start to close the bathroom door, but then I poke my head out. “How was Shiner Bock?”
Heidi looks confused for a moment, but then she figures out who I’m talking about and laughs. She lifts her hand, wobbling it from side to side. “Finn and I are having drinks tonight. You should come.”
Meaning he has a friend. I roll my eyes. “So-so isn’t exactly grounds for drinks and round two, babe, but I’ll think about it.”
Arranging the flight for Lucas takes longer than I initially assumed, and by the time I’m done and I’ve emailed Sienna the details and assured her that Lucas will be okay with the extravagant cost, Heidi is passed out in bed, making soft noises that she always swears isn’t snoring.
I curl up in my own bed and grab my iPod and earbuds from under my pillow. Out of habit, I let the sound of Chevelle rock me to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
“So, how do you and Heidi know each other?” Finn asks me after he takes a swig of his drink-of-choice for the evening, Bud Light. We’ve been out barhopping for at least an hour, and this is the first thing he’s actually said to me all night. All he’s talked about is the gym, and although Heidi says he’s from Florida, I expect him to bring up tanning and laundry at any moment. “You two work together?”
Across the table, Heidi’s cornflower blue eyes widen slightly. She gives a slight jerk of her head that Shiner Bock and his friend, James, don’t seem to notice. I down a sip of my own drink before asking him, “Hmm?”
Shiner Bock curls his arm around Heidi’s bare shoulders and shifts a lock of her wavy brown hair through his fingers. “Customer service rep, right?”
So that’s what Heidi’s calling phone sex now. Smoothing my own hair back, I shake my head and Heidi’s nervous smile—the one that, paired with her bright red lipstick and the lighting in the bar, makes her look like a hot version of The Joker—stretches across her face. “No, I’m my older brother’s personal assistant.”
Heidi instantly relaxes and bobs her head up and down in agreement. If she felt the need to lie about what she does for a living—and she’s damn proud about her voice-banging gig—then things must have gone much better with Shiner Bock than she let on to this morning.