hide.
Asshole rock star…
Now we were driving back to Sab’s house to get some sleep.
I was dry.
I was drunk.
I was tired.
The rest of the ride was comfortable and quiet.
When the SUV stopped, I groaned, not wanting to be disturbed.
“We have to go inside now,” Sab said.
“No. I want to live here.”
“You want to live in the back of an SUV?”
“Yeah. It’s roomy.”
Sab laughed. “You’re drunk, babe. Let me carry you.”
Sab scooped me up into his arms and climbed out of the SUV.
I opened my eyes and stared at up him for a second and then looked at his house.
When he opened the door, I giggled and snorted.
“What’s so funny?” Sab asked.
“You’re carrying me,” I said. “Like we just got married or something.”
“Yeah, exactly,” he said. “Remind me to tell you the story about Jay and Wren and how they met.”
“I won’t remember a thing in the morning,” I said.
“No, you won’t.”
Sab walked me through the house and upstairs.
He took me right to the master bedroom and to that gigantic bed of his.
When he placed me down, he hovered over me. “You have a choice to make, Bree.”
“Hit me with it,” I said.
“You can either sleep in the clothes you have on… or I can strip you down to nothing and you can sleep naked in my bed.”
“Oh, baby,” I purred. “You want to strip me naked?”
“You know, you seem to get horny when you’re drunk.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I teased.
“I’m going to cover your drunk ass up and let you sleep it off. Then in the morning I’ll laugh at you as you blush about it. Deal?”
“Lame,” I said.
Sab started to move and I grabbed his hand.
Our eyes met and we stared at each other for way too long.
Do you feel… anything?
Sab lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Get some sleep, babe.”
“Where are you going to sleep?” I asked.
“Right next to you.”
“Oh, so that’s why you wanted me naked, huh?”
“Caught me,” Sab said. “Goodnight.”
Sab helped me get under the covers, then leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“Do that again,” I whispered.
He leaned down again and I threw my head back.
I snuck a kiss from his lips.
Oops…
13
SAB
The next two days Bree was my sidekick.
I busted her ass about being drunk and what she had said. Not to mention her pulling that fast one to get a kiss from me.
Her face turned red and she hated her life for being hungover.
It was a busy couple of days as the band got everything finalized and ready for the show for Mitchy.
We even pushed the memorial service back to the day of the show.
We figured just get it all done in one shot.
A day and night dedicated to Mitchy.
The articles floating around about him were harsh. But they were true.
Everyone loved drama.
And Mitchy was always full of that.
I was outside on the balcony, taking in the morning, sipping coffee with a touch of whiskey in it, thinking about life. Thinking way too much about life. Thinking about Mitchy getting into a really bad bar fight in New Mexico. Wanting to take on a group of bikers who were going to kill him and bury him. I had to jump in and help and as I was tangled with some prospect for the club, the guy recognized me. He whistled for a guy named Fang, who then stopped the fight and wanted pictures and autographs.
It made me laugh because that’s how Mitchy lived.
One step over the edge, always getting a lucky break, knowing eventually that his luck would run out.
“And it did,” I said.
I looked up and sighed.
I heard the door open behind me and looked back to see Bree coming outside.
Wearing a long Filthy Line t-shirt that was at least fifteen years old.
The black color was faded to a dark gray and the logo and text were peeling away.
But goddamn did she make that shirt look good.
“Coffee?” I offered.
She took the cup and sipped it.
Then she started to cough. “What is…”
“Whiskey.”
“This early?”
“Rock star life,” I said.
“Shit, Sab. You should’ve warned me.”
“Sorry,” I said. I smiled at her. Then I frowned. “Are you okay with today?”
Bree nodded.
“You don’t have to go,” I said. “There’s going to be a lot of cameras there. A lot of attention on us. You can just hang here. Relax. Have the place to yourself.”
“Sab,” she said. “I’m coming with you.”
I turned sideways. “But for your mother…”
She swallowed hard. “She didn’t want anything. She hated the idea of spending money when she was gone. Her