Bullet(82)

Brad planned out everything to the final detail, including a driving schedule. Zane, Brad, and I would take turns driving. When I asked Brad why just the three of us, he was brutal. “I plan to sleep when I’m not driving, and you’re the only two I can trust to be sober when you’re at the wheel.” When he put it that way, I was glad he was a bit of a control freak. And I wasn’t complaining—he’d gotten us this far.

That tour passed quickly. We were lucky to sleep five or six hours a night before hitting the road for the next show. Our time schedule was tight, but none of us were complaining. I discovered Starbucks in Omaha and fell in love. It kept me awake enough to easily drive my entire shift, and when it was time to turn the wheel over to Brad, I couldn’t sleep to save my soul.

But finally the last night arrived. Brad and the other bands had sprung for three suites—each suite had two bedrooms and two baths as well as a living area that had a foldout sofa. And each bedroom had two beds. Most everyone figured we’d be partying all night long anyway, so no one cared much about the arrangements…except me. I wanted to make sure I, as the sole woman in the group, had a little privacy. A couple of the guys bitched that it wasn’t fair for me to have a bedroom with two beds and a bathroom all to myself, so I decided to just pay for my own room. It was down the hall from the suites, but that was okay. I understood where the guys were coming from, especially since a couple of them might have to even share a bed or sleep in a chair. And when I was too tired to party anymore, I’d be able to escape from the noise.

The party started as soon as we’d arrived back at the hotel. I was hot and sticky and jumped in the shower first. I considered not joining the party, but it was our last night as a group, and I wanted to have a little fun.

I was feeling a little worn out, though, and I knew if I drank, I wouldn’t last very long. So I poured a glass of water when I got to the suite where the party was. Of course, true to form, it was being held in the suite where my band—along with three or four guys from one of the other bands—was staying. We had to, once in a while, maintain our rep as party animals. I’d still hear on occasion about how I’d once been “so baked” I stumbled into my kitchen topless. I’d quit correcting people long ago. They believed what they wanted to believe anyway, and I sounded like less of a victim if I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders than if I admitted that my then-boyfriend (or, probably more accurately, the chick my then-boyfriend wanted to f*ck) had dropped acid in my drink.

At this party, though, I was low key and mellow. I wandered around, making a point of mingling with as many folks as I could. I knew there would be a chance we’d play with any number of these guys again, and it never hurt to be friendly. There were a few fans in the suite too, mostly girls, so the place felt a little tight.

After an hour, I walked back in the kitchen to get more ice for my drink. Ethan sat at the table with some other guys playing quarters. As I started to walk behind his chair, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I spilled a little water on his shoulder, but he just laughed.

God, he was wasted…but he looked cute. He winked and then said, his voice a little too loud, “Isn’t Val just gorgeous up on that stage in that cute shit she wears?”

A few of the guys smiled and nodded, and I said to Ethan quietly, “Please…don’t.”

He lowered his voice and his brows. “Don’t what?”

“Just…don’t.”

He placed his hand on the back of my neck. “I love you, Val. I want you. I need you.” His other hand wound around my waist.

My eyes searched his. Oh, no. He was just f*cking with me. But why? His lips were on mine before I could even figure out what was happening. I put my hand on his chest while setting down my glass on the table. When he stopped kissing me, I had both my hands on his chest. “You’re drunk, Ethan. Let me go.”

“Don’t you love me back, Val?”

“You’re my friend, Ethan. And you’re drunk.” I didn’t want to embarrass him, but I did want him to release me. “Let me go.” His eyes searched mine, as though he couldn’t understand me. He wasn’t just drunk. He was on something else to, but damned if I knew what it was. I was no drug expert, but I could tell just from his eyes that he was on something. I raised my eyebrows, trying to silently communicate with him, begging him to let me up before I had to make a scene. And then Brad walked in and sat in the empty chair next to Ethan.

I could barely hear his voice, but he said, “There a problem here?”

Ethan smirked. “No problem. Just tellin’ my girlfriend what she means to me.”

I struggled against his arm. “I’m not your girlfriend, Ethan. I haven’t been in a long time.”

“Why can’t we be again?”

“Why don’t you ask me when you’re sober?”

“You heard her, Ethan.”

“Fine.” He loosened his grip on me, and I stood while I had the chance.

I grabbed my glass of water and started walking away. I mouthed to Brad, “Thanks,” and kept walking.

“Aw, c’mon, babe.” Oh, Ethan, I thought. Sober up, for Christ’s sake.

I went into the living area of the suite. The place was almost bigger than our apartment, and so—even though there were a good dozen people in there—it didn’t feel crowded like it had earlier. In fact, there was room on the love seat and I sat down. I was going to finish my water and then head back to my room.

Brad joined me a couple of minutes later. “Sorry Ethan was being such a dick.”

I laughed. “Like you have any control over him. But seriously…thanks for the save. I appreciate it.”

“That’s what friends are for.” He had a shot glass and a bottle of spiced rum and he poured a shot. “Want one?”

I shrugged. “Yeah…just one, though.” He handed me the glass, and I knocked it back. As it traveled down my throat, I shivered.

“Sure you don’t want more?” He poured another shot.

“Positive. But thanks.”

He drank the shot. “So…you still love him?”

I felt my eyebrows jump up my forehead. “Ethan?”

“Yeah…who else? Jet?”

No, it wasn’t the rum making me consider being completely open with him. It hadn’t even begun to affect me. It was the fact that Brad had felt like the closest friend I’d ever had. Still, though, I’d been thinking of him in a more-than-just-friends way again lately, and I didn’t want him to know how I really felt about those other two men. “Ha. Love is a thing of the past. I don’t plan to ever give my heart to a man again.”

“Oh, stop that shit, Val. You’re talking to me. I’m your friend, and I know better. I know you’ve been hurt and you’re afraid of risking love again. Am I right?”

Yeah, so…he’d figured it out. Was I afraid of risking myself again? No…I didn’t think so. With Ethan, yes. But Clay…he’d helped me past that. Even though he and I hadn’t worked out, the man had made me believe that it was okay to risk, to take a chance. We’d had a beautiful thing, even if it hadn’t worked out to be permanent. Still, though…I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it with Brad. “That’s not it. I just don’t have a place in my life for a man. That’s all. Especially right now.”

He smirked. “You forget…I actually read your goddamned lyrics, Val. And I sing some of them. I don’t just give them lip service.” He started pouring himself another shot. “You are a romantic, whether you want to admit it or not.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay…so I’ll admit it. All right? But…so far, all real life romance has done for me is break my heart.”

“Makes for some good songs, right?” I smiled and shook my head, then took a drink of water. “And so now you’re playing this sex-starved goddess onstage. Does that validate your feelings? Or do you think you’ll find the perfect man by doing that?”

“What? Are you drunk too?”

He started laughing. “Hell, no. Not even close.”

“Well, bottom line…I’m not looking for the perfect man. I don’t want a man right now, perfect or not. That’s not on my agenda.”

“So what is?”

“Making our band successful, and…” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to finish. “And having fun.”

He smiled then, and I saw the twinkle in his eye. “What kind of fun?”

Oh…so stage Brad was visiting. I felt my heart start to thud in my chest. No. No. I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t f*ck up what had become the best friendship I’d ever had…no matter how badly I thought I wanted to f*ck him. But the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Any kind.”