Rock All Night(132)

“Be careful, your mother wouldn’t approve of you saying ‘crap.’”

He grinned. “Well, as long as you don’t rat me out, I’ll be fine.”

I had a weird reaction to that last statement.

Like, I don’t WANT you to think of me as your sister.

But I just let it go and moved on to something else.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“Oh, just our social media accounts.” He shifted the screen so I could look. A single program with windows for Twitter and Facebook took up the entire page. Tweets were appearing one by one and slowly scrolling up the screen. “Just keeping in contact with the fans. I’m going to write some stuff about the end of the tour, post a few photos. Thought now would be a good time to wrap up some things before I take off.”

“Oh yeah – what was that about South Dakota?”

“My dad’s originally from there, and my grandparents owned a ranch out in the Black Hills. Nothing spectacular – some land, some cattle, some horses. Anyway, my grandmother died a few years ago, and my grandfather died last year – ”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

He gave me a gentle smile. “Thanks. When they passed on, my parents and aunts and uncles weren’t really sure what to do with the ranch. They finally decided they were going to sell it – but I’d spent at least a month every summer there since I was four years old, and I didn’t want to lose it. It would have been like losing a part of my grandparents. So I bought it instead.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

“Yeah. So I pay the ranch hand who takes care of it, and I try to go there whenever I can.”

“That’s really cool, Ryan.”

“You know what? You should come out and visit for a while.”

I couldn’t help but think back to that first night I joined the band on tour.

It means that Derek wasn’t the only one who fell for you years ago.

Oddly enough, it didn’t make me uncomfortable anymore so much as wary.

“Um…”

Ryan seemed to sense what was going on with me, and course-corrected so smoothly I wondered whether I had misread him in the first place. “It’ll probably take some convincing to get Derek out there – he’s not exactly big on wide open spaces and horses. I’ve been trying to get the band out there for a year, but unless there’s bud for Killian, and booze and women for Riley, it’s a hard sell.”

“Well, at least you know what you need to bribe them,” I joked lamely.

I felt bad. He had made me a really nice offer, and I had treated it with suspicion. And now flippancy.

“That sounds wonderful,” I said. “I’d like that. I’ll try to work on Derek about it… when things improve.”

He smiled and nodded. “Okay. When he gets over his snit.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Ryan Miller,” I teased, “I thought you almost said another dirty word.”

“Nope. Don’t want to give you more blackmail material for my mother,” he grinned.

Just then his cell buzzed. He looked down at the screen, then glanced up at me. “Sorry, I need to take this.”

“You need me to leave?”

“No, no – hang out,” he said as he stood. Then he answered the phone. “Hey, Sammy. Yeah, man, everything looked great in the contracts – but I want to add a few clauses before we sign it.”

As he walked off through the penthouse, I sat there numbly with my own words ringing in my ears:

When things improve.

When was that going to be? I wondered. Two days? Two weeks? Two months?

Never?

I felt a growing sense of desperation rise up slowly inside me.

What if things didn’t improve?

What then?

Was there anything I could do to make them improve?

As I sat there stewing in my sadness and unease, my eyes drifted over to Ryan’s laptop, which was still open and facing me.

And a pretty wild coincidence happened. Something right out of a movie.

It didn’t happen immediately, mind you. In fact, I was probably sitting there for a good five minutes, just wrapped up in my own angst, my eyes dully watching the computer screen. My brain was on autopilot as I listened to Ryan’s murmuring voice in the background, only vaguely registering the parade of new tweets about Bigger:



Noooo! Missed their tour this SUCKS need petition to get another one NOW



OMG I <3 Derek Kane he is so hot I need to marry him NOW #DerekKane



So overrated. Really shitty band think they’re Led Zeppelin or the Doors IDIOTS



Riley is one badass bitch! #badass #bitch #punkrock #drums #Riley



Another hundred entries slowly scrolled up the screen before I saw it:



Holy shit, I just saw Derek Kane checking in at the Wynn in Vegas! #DerekKane #mindblown



And then, beneath it, there was a slightly blurry shot of Derek at a fancy concierge desk, dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing when he left my room earlier that morning.

My eyes opened wide as I comprehended what I was reading. I leaned over to take a second look, but the information disappeared off the screen in the slow and steady march of tweets.