can stay at my place or come to the shows. The one show we’re going to take a tour bus to. Just for fun. You should experience that with us.”
“Okay,” I said. “One thing at a time. As far as getting there…”
“I’ll fly out to get you in a couple hours. Pack up, babe, you’re coming to hang with a bunch of filthy rock stars.”
I smiled.
I let out a ha sound.
And my face burned hotter than ever.
Mia drove me to the little airport.
I had always wondered who exactly flew in and out of the airport. I assumed it was more for cargo planes or something. Or maybe it was for rich people like Sebastian to use at their leisure.
I hugged Mia, told her I loved her, got out of her car and grabbed my two bags from the backseat of the car.
I had stuffed those bags as much as I could, not really knowing when I was going to come back to town.
It was almost like I was Sebastian.
Leaving town with a couple bags, not knowing what was going to happen.
Except in his case, he believed he was going to become a rock star, and he made that dream happen.
I was just trying to escape reality for a minute.
A man met me outside the airport and I was then escorted right to the tarmac, where a private jet waited.
When I saw Sebastian exit the jet, he had a smile on his face that made me smile.
He walked up to me and took my bags.
“Long time no see,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. “So this is real, huh?”
“This is the small one,” Sebastian said. “You should see the size of the one we get when we tour internationally.”
He led the way to the private jet and I just shook my head.
I realized getting into the jet, he was no longer Sebastian.
The guy who showed up to be there for me was Sebastian. He had stepped into my world.
But I was now stepping into his world.
In his world, he was Sab.
Sab.
He put my bags down on an empty seat.
“It’s just flying,” he said. “So have at it.”
The jet was really comfortable looking.
I took a seat next to the window and Sab sat down next to me.
“You can’t find a better seat?” I asked.
“What’s better than this, babe?” he asked.
I shook my head again. “I feel like I’m dreaming. And making a huge mistake.”
“Buckle up, Bree,” he said. “We’re going to take off in a few.”
My heart told me that had more than one meaning.
I buckled up and before I could come up with one decent thought, we were on the move.
From ground to air in seconds.
My hands slowly gripping the seat as that lose your stomach feeling teased me over and over.
Sebastian put his hand to mine. “You’re safe, babe.”
“I know.”
“You don’t fly much?”
“Never,” I said.
I looked at him and smiled.
“Once we get settled in the air, you can move around. Get a drink. Whatever you want.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
We sat in silence for a little bit until things felt smoother.
That’s when Sebastian nudged me. “You said this is a huge mistake.”
“I said it feels like it,” I said. “Just because I’m running from all my problems.”
“Like what? You’re taking care of yourself.”
“I haven’t decided what to do with my mother’s ashes,” I said. “And then that letter…”
“So that was true,” he said. “You’re adopted.”
“I guess. I mean, I should be home making calls. Or looking into it.”
“I can help with that,” Sebastian said. “If you want.”
“I’m good,” I said. “But… what would you do?”
“Make a call or two,” he said. “Have my lawyer call yours. Get the ball rolling.”
“Okay.”
“You want me to do that?”
“Maybe. Yeah. Sure. I mean… why not, right? I’m not obligated to do anything. So even if I just get some more information…”
“Right,” he said. “Then you’ll know. I’m sorry you’re going through all of this at once.”
“Me too. I want to be angry at my mother for this. But what’s the use?”
“My guess is she did it to protect you,” he said. “And maybe that secret was just too hard to tell but too hard to take with her.”
“Do you think she thought I would have left her?”
Sebastian took a deep breath. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”
“I wish people would just talk. Say what’s going on. What’s happening. What they’re feeling.”
“And you’re honest all of the time?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m not talking about me,” I said.
He laughed. “Damn, Bree, this is going to be fun.”
“You think so?”
“Of course.”
“I know everything about you,