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vocalist of the decade.”
Then it happened, he socked me right in the face, onlookers gasping at the sudden assault. Blood drained from my nose, and I smiled, only to be hit in the face again, the blow knocking me backward and almost off of my feet.
I laughed, and if security didn’t get a hold of Kyle, he would have knocked me out.
“Jet!” Regan shouted once I came into the lobby, security swarming in the restaurant. The hostess threw towels in my face, apologizing repeatedly as if it were her fault I went in and picked a fight.
“What the hell?” She asked, reaching out to examine my face. “I told you not to aggravate him!”
I smile, blood smeared on my throbbing teeth from Kyle’s fist. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore. He’ll go to the county jail for at least twelve hours. That will be enough time for Hacker Hub.”
She scowled. “Hacker what?”
Sebastian was beside us in a heartbeat, Calvin hot on his heals. “Hub. I called them, they’re ready to bury whatever dirt on the internet you need.”
Regan held her hand over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes.
“Wait, did Kyle do this to you?” Calvin asked.
I nodded and looked to Seb. “Call our lawyer. I want to press charges, then call Hacker Hub back and tell them to wipe everything Kyle Thompson owns.”
Sebastian nodded and pulled out his phone, leaving to find a quiet place.
Regan’s tears didn’t stop, and I wrapped her in my arms “Thank you.” she murmured into my chest.
Calvin watched us. “So… you got beat up on purpose so your hacker person would have time to break into Kyle’s electronics and delete everything he owns?”
“Yep.”
Calvin snapped his jaw closed, then grinned. “That is wicked. Regs, I like him.”
Chapter Thirty
Jet, present
Regan and I had spent every last minute together for the rest of the tour. It was only another four weeks with one long weekend break, letting Regan and I escape to my house in Maryland. We hung out by the ocean, making love on the porch, creating music under the stars while listening to the sea.
She was becoming my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine what life was going to be like when she started back out on her own tour. I was selfish to think she’d possibly give up her own world tour to come and perform one song with us, although the fans were obsessed.
They were coming up with all kinds of rumors, according to the few people around us who read the tabloids. Regan and I didn’t bother, the only papers we were worried about being legal ones involving Kyle.
Hacker Hub had done a fantastic job destroying whatever Kyle had on Regan. I never asked her for details, I figured one day she would tell me, or she’d take it to her grave. It didn’t change how I’d felt about her.
Thankfully, he’d kept his distance, not bothering to call Regan ever since he spent twenty-four hours in jail. He even got demoted back to the minors team. Playing professionally was short lived for that jackass.
“I’m sad this will be our last show together until the Awards show in L.A. in a few months,” Regan pouted, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me on the cheek. We were sitting in her dressing room, waiting for the show to start. Regan didn’t come on until our first encore.
“I’ll have to call and sing you to orgasm when you’re on your own tour,” I flirted, turning to kiss her.
She flushed, tapping my nose with her finger. “I’d rather you sing me something else.”
I shrugged. “Bringing you to orgasm via song sounds like a pretty spectacular challenge I’d like to try.”
She shook her head and laughed. “No, that’s not what I’m referring to.”
I raised a brow, curious what she meant.
Walking around my chair, she found my lap, making herself comfortable and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “I love you.”
I opened my mouth, but it didn’t come out.
I wanted to say it, I really did, but it just needed to be the perfect time and place, and unfortunately, it hadn’t happened yet. Regan’s eyes fell, but her smile stayed. She never pushed it, but I felt like a dick for not being able to spit it out.
A knock followed by a shout of “Ten minutes!” came to my door, saving me from my awkwardness.
“I’m sorry. I just want it to be perfect when I say it.”
Regan nuzzled my neck. “ I know. Let’s go do the chant.”
As we walked backstage, a thought popped in my head.
I knew how I was going to tell her, and the whole world would know.
***
The lights went down, and I was dripping with sweat. I’d discussed with the guys about adding a special song after Craving, and since it was so impromptu, I didn’t have time to be anxious about it.
Regan did her wave and kiss, and was heading for the exit, but I grabbed her hand quickly, tugging her to the other side of the stage. She smiled, but I could sense her confusion by the slight knit to her brow.
“I hope you all don’t mind, but I’ve got a special treat for you.”
The crowd roared while I lead Raina to a stool. “Ms. Skye, if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay on stage for this number.”
She held her hands out to the sides, as if singaling she was okay with it. “Sure, Jet, anything for you!”
Fans cheered again, and I exchanged my electric guitar for an acoustic, walking back toward Regan, strumming to make sure it was tuned, although I’d done it earlier.
“See, I’ve got a special song I’d like to sing, and I know most of you will know it, please feel free to sing along.”
Regan, tilted her head toward me, excitement in her eyes.
I began to strum a soft melody, finding the mic in the single spotlight. It was a hit in its time, and the crowd began to clap and hum along.
No New Year’s Day to celebrate,
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away,
No first of spring,
No song to sing,
In fact here’s just another ordinary day,
No April rain,
No Flowers bloom,
No wedding Saturday within the month of June,
But what it is, is something true,
Made up of these three words I need to say to you.
Her eyes widened, her smile huge when I faced her, stopping the song while everyone screamed when I brought the microphone stand over to her, urging her to stand.
I just called, to say, I love you,
I just called, to say how much I care,
I just called, to say, I love you,
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I strummed the chords, grinning like an idiot at her, and to my surprise, she mouthed it back to me, and I couldn’t stop myself from what I did next.
I kissed her, full blown, I love you, kiss.
And she smiled through it, wrapping her arms around my neck.
The crowd cheered while we gazed at each other under the spotlights.
I used to not want the world to know about my private life.
But for some crazy reason, I wanted them to know that Regan was mine.
And that I loved her.
We both shrugged, then turned to the crowd, keeping one arm around each other, while the other waved out to the sea of adoring fans.
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