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I grabbed some fresh clothes from the cabinets beside our bunks. I barely had any space for my belongings now that Donna had taken over the large room at the back of the bus.

  “What’s wrong?” Tucker asked as he grabbed clothes from his compartment. I realized I had been scowling as I thought of her.

  “Nothing. Just not sure what to wear.”

  “Sarah really is rubbing off on you.” He laughed and I threw a shirt at him and he ducked out of the way. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a purple tank top and stood just as Donna entered the bus. She froze, watching me.

  “Leaving?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “Going out for breakfast. Want to come?” Tucker was completely oblivious to the tension between us.

  “No.” She sank down onto the kitchen table bench as she looked around. “What happened to my paper?”

  Tucker and I walked between the bunks toward the front door.

  “We’re running low on toilet paper. I would check the bathroom,” I said.

  Eric chuckled loudly from his bunk and I smirked, making sure to look her in the eye as I passed.

  “You guys all right?” Tucker asked as we stepped out into the parking lot. “I know she isn’t exactly warm to the idea of you being here.”

  I put my arms around his neck and stared into his deep-blue eyes.

  “Everything is perfect as long as I’m with you.” I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling him across the lot to a Denny’s that sat on the other side of the highway.

  I never got to finish my coffee and was in desperate need to fill up on caffeine. I wasn’t going to think about any of the drama until I was properly awake and thinking more clearly. Rash decisions had hurt those I loved in the past, and I wouldn’t make those mistakes again. Tucker didn’t deserve to be the victim of my fears; I owed it to him to work it out.

  “I want something sugary.”

  I laughed, looking up at the man I had fallen so hard for. It was hard to sit in this diner and not remember the first day he showed up in my diner. It felt like a lifetime ago and so much had changed, but I still got butterflies in my stomach when he smiled at me.

  “I like this.”

  He pulled his eyebrows together, not sure of what I meant.

  “I like spending time with you alone without all the outside . . .”

  “Bullshit?” He smiled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Yes. I like it when we are alone,” I replied honestly.

  “I like our alone time, too.” He raised his eyebrow.

  “I’m serious. I miss this. Sneaking off to be by ourselves . . . it’s nice.”

  “Why don’t we plan an escape? Get a hotel room or something.”

  “I’d love that.”

  “Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress asked, and I blushed, not realizing she had been standing at the edge of our table.

  “Orange juice for me, please.”

  “Chocolate milk.” Tucker gave her his jaw-dropping grin, and my mind flashed to the image from the newspaper. I shook the thought from my mind and plastered a smile on my face. I needed to trust him. I couldn’t let Donna get inside of my head. But it wasn’t Donna. The picture was there in black and white. That was it. The seed had been planted in a moment of weakness, and now it was festering, sprouting into a full-blown meltdown.

  “I’ll also take a coffee, black,” I said with my eyes watching Tucker. His eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at me. The waitress went to grab our drinks.

  “How is the writing going?”

  “It’s going.” I could feel myself closing off, and I felt powerless to fight against it.

  14

  IT HAD BEEN two weeks since I had made contact with my father, and I had called him four times since our initial conversation. Tucker was apprehensive about me letting him back in my life, but I began to make plans to take a trip to New Orleans for a visit. The band would be busy with new interviews that Donna had lined up, starting with a television interview on the local news channel in Ellisburg. As cruel as she behaved toward me, even I could see how good she had been for the band in the short time she had been with them. Today was proof of that.

  I was incredibly excited to see Tucker on television. It wasn’t the first time, but when I had seen him before, it was while we were separated. Back then it had broken my heart seeing him and knowing he was so far away.

  “We should go out for drinks. Have girl’s time after this.” Sarah propped herself up on her elbows as we kept our eyes glued to the small flat-screen in the front of the bus.

  I nodded as the show began and the butterflies in my belly took flight. The newscaster was talking about Damaged and showing pictures of the band. I squealed when the camera panned out and the guys sat on a couch next to her.

  “They look so good!” I clutched my heart necklace that dangled from my neck. She began her interview asking about tour dates and how they liked life on the road, how well they all got along and all of the other mundane questions that were standard in these interviews.

  “We’re like brothers. We fight from time to time, but five minutes later it’s like it never happened.” Tucker took a sip from a glass of water that sat on the small table in front of him.

  “Rumor has it you boys will be playing at the Video Music Awards in a few weeks. What have you been doing to prepare for a show like that?” the woman asked.

  “We have been rehearsing, just like we do for all of our shows. But the stakes are higher for this gig, for sure. Definitely more nerve-racking.” Tucker grinned, and the girls in the audience went crazy.

  “I’m sure it’s like riding a bike for you by now. Your touring schedule has been hectic. That must make it difficult to maintain any sense of normalcy . . . or relations outside of the band.”

  Tucker’s eyes darted off to the left, and I knew he was looking for Donna. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before picking up his water and taking another sip.

  “Of course it makes it harder, but like any relationship, if you want it to work, you have to be willing to make the time for it.” His eyes went to the camera, and I felt like he was staring directly at me. He had just admitted, sort of, that he was with someone, and my heart began to flutter as I raised up on my knees and clutched my arms around myself. It would be major for him to proclaim his love for me to the world, and I didn’t realize how important that was to me until this moment. Most celebrities tried to keep those details private, but after my ambush interview, the cat was let out of the bag. Tucker was told not to confirm or deny his involvement with me, to keep his female admirers happy. I understood, but it definitely hurt.

  “Like many singers, most of your songs come from life experiences. What can you tell me about ‘Empty Sheets’?”

  Tucker paused and waited for the fans in the audience to quiet down before answering.

  “It’s obviously about someone who had gone through a very tough relationship, and I think a lot of people can really relate to it. Everyone has been hurt or felt alone at some point in their lives,” he answered.

  “It is heartbreakingly beautiful. You’re a very gifted songwriter.”

  “Thank you.” Tucker ran his hand from the back of his hair to the front.

  “Did he just . . .” Sarah sat up and pointed to the television.

  “I don’t know.” I grabbed the remote and turned off the television as the interview ended, in shock that Tucker seemed to be taking credit for my words. My intensely personal words. This was the only thing in the world that was mine, that I could lay claim to and take some pride in, and just like that it was taken from me.

  “I’m sure he was told to say that.”

  “It doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t have.” I pushed to my feet and began pacing the floor as I chewed angrily on my lower lip. “I think I’ll take you up on that drink now.”

  I didn’t waste any time getting off that bus. I felt like I was drowning inside of tha
t closed-off space that not long ago I actually considered home.

  “It’s Donna. She is slowly trying to put herself in the middle of my relationship,” I said as we went inside the bar.

  “She can’t come between the two of you unless you let her.”

  “Trust me. I am not.” I slid onto the bar stool and Sarah took a seat next to me, holding up a hand to signal the bartender.

  “Maybe not you . . .” Her voice trailed off.

  “She’s been pulling us apart from day one, but this is different. Those songs are my heart and soul. It is the only thing I have of my own.”

  “Two shots of Jack,” she told the bartender who flipped his cleaning rag over his shoulder and went to work at pouring our drinks. “I want to hire you.” She turned to face me.

  “Hire me for what?” I drank back my whiskey, wincing as it burned my throat.

  “You’re an amazing writer, and we could use some fresh material.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I felt like selling my songs to someone else would be like cheating on Tucker. As much as he had hurt me, I didn’t want to go behind his back.

  “You don’t want to follow your dreams and see where they take you?”

  “I don’t know what I want anymore. I never really had a dream outside of escaping my old life. I didn’t know I was good at anything.”

  “You have talent, that’s for sure. But is it what you want out of life?”

  “I enjoy writing and it helps me work through all of my issues. It would be incredible to be able to do that for a living.”

  “Then you need to make it happen. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself to do that. Not even Tucker, no matter how close you are.”

  After a few more drinks Sarah had to get ready for the concert tonight. I didn’t feel like watching the band perform. I was always a few feet from Tucker, but it might as well have been thousands of miles. When he was onstage he was a product, an object that belonged to the masses. It didn’t used to feel that way, but ever since Donna had taken over as manager, things had changed. I bit my tongue because I knew that was what was best for the band, but what I wanted was what was best for Tucker. I wasn’t sure what that was anymore.

  “I’m gonna take a walk, clear my head.”

  “Don’t get lost. Concert starts at eight,” Sarah replied.

  I nodded, not wanting to tell her I didn’t think I could handle watching Tucker perform tonight. I needed a break. I watched Sarah leave and waited a few minutes before stepping outside and figuring out where I was going to go from here.

  I decided to go see a movie instead. It was such a normal mundane thing, but it was a luxury for me. I hadn’t been able to afford things like that most of my life, and now I just didn’t have the time, even though I felt like ninety percent of my day was spent sitting and waiting.

  I headed for the large theater across the highway and purchased a ticket for Halftime, a new comedy that I had heard nothing about since we rarely watched television. It didn’t matter. I just needed to do something fun on my own for once. I couldn’t let my happiness be determined by others any longer.

  The film dragged on, and I spent more time watching a group of college friends laugh and make fun of each other than I did watching the movie.

  After the last of the credits rolled up the screen and the lights to the theater came back on, I decided I had been gone long enough.

  My mood had lightened a little and it felt good to collect my thoughts instead of going with my normal instinct to flee. Even with all that was going on, it gave me hope that I was finally growing as a person. In my mind I began laying out a calm, levelheaded way to approach Tucker.

  All feelings of contentment left as I approached the bus. I could see Tucker pacing back and forth in front of the door. When he spotted me he began to walk toward me and it was obvious he was not happy.

  “I have been searching everywhere for you. I was worried sick. I thought . . .” Tucker cut off his own thoughts as the muscles in his jaw ticked under his skin.

  “It’s a little too late to be worried about me,” I spat back angrily, my hands on my hips. So much for keeping a level head and talking this out like adults.

  “I missed a concert! Do you have any idea how pissed everyone is at me right now?”

  I took a step forward, staring him dead in the eye.

  “Do you have any idea how pissed I am at you right now?” I spat.

  “You’re mad at me?” He had the nerve to look offended, and I wanted to scream. He really had no clue how badly he had hurt me. “This is my career, Cass. You told me not to give up on it, and now you’re doing your best to destroy it.”

  I took a step back. It felt like I had been physically punched in the gut. His words ripped through me. I was Tucker’s biggest supporter.

  “What about me, Tucker? What about my dreams?” I had finally found something I was good at and I loved to do, and it got swept under the giant rug that was Tucker’s fame. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed to have my own identity.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “Writing that poem . . . that song . . . was the one thing I had done for me since I joined you on tour. It was mine. I had created something I was incredibly proud of, and you took credit for it like it meant nothing at all.” I knew I was overreacting, but I felt like I was slipping away. I couldn’t stand in the shadows of his career anymore. I was getting lost in the dark.

  “Cass, our fans don’t want to know that I have a girlfriend. They don’t want to know that I am singing songs that I didn’t write myself.”

  “Well, someone has been spending too much time with Donna.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Don’t do that. You know that this band is important to me.”

  “I used to be important to you, too. What happened to that?” I asked as I took off around him, walking as fast as I could to the bus door. I yanked it open, unable to look at him as the tears threatened to spill over. I felt like a jerk. I didn’t want him to agonize over choosing between me and his band. I wanted the choice to be obvious. I wanted him to stand up for me. I didn’t want to be his dirty little secret.

  15

  I SLEPT LIKE HELL all night tossing and turning. Tucker never came to bed, and I knew everyone was mad at him and blamed me for it. This tour—our rhythm, our lack of privacy, this whole situation—it was killing us, and we needed a drastic change or it would destroy our relationship for good.

  It didn’t take long to decide it was time to visit my father. It would give Tucker and me the breathing room we needed to think about what we wanted out of life and what we needed from each other.

  I grabbed my cell phone and sent him a text. I want to visit my father.

  I waited for nearly ten minutes for his response, and it was killing me not knowing where he was. I found a flight that leaves tomorrow.

  I didn’t know what I wanted him to say, but that wasn’t it. He was happy to send me away and he wasn’t going to put up a fight. As tears swam in my eyes, I grabbed my small duffel bag and began to shove some clothes inside.

  “Trying to sleep,” Eric called from his bunk.

  “Sorry,” I said sadly, my voice cracking.

  He pushed back the curtain to his bunk and groaned as he sat up.

  “Where the hell are you going?” he asked, pointing to my bag.

  “To see my father.”

  “You coming back?”

  I stopped shoving clothes in my bag and took a deep breath.

  “I don’t think I’m wanted around here anymore.”

  Eric jumped down from the bunk and put his hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

  “You don’t honestly believe that, do you?”

  I couldn’t respond. The words stuck behind the lump that had formed in my throat. Eric looked uncomfortable as he scratched the back of his head.

  “Tucker would quit this band in a heartbeat if you asked him
to.”

  “I wouldn’t do that,” I said defensively.

  “I know you wouldn’t. You care too much about him to ask him something like that. This isn’t easy for you; we all know that. It only proves how much you both love each other. You think he would throw it all away over some bullshit fight?”

  I shook my head. For once, Eric was the voice of reason.

  “He fell asleep on Filth’s bus. They have a free bunk. He just needed some time to think. I told him it was stupid, but he was sure you didn’t want him here.”

  “It’s his bus.”

  “But you’re his girl, and that is more important to him than all of this.”

  “Thank you . . . for saying that.” I was grateful for his kindness, but I wished I believed his words.

  “It’s what friends do. Now stop your blubbering.”

  I laughed and sank back on the bed feeling the pressure leave my chest.

  THE BAND was out the door early to rehearse and discuss the music video they would be shooting next week.

  Tucker came back around six in the evening and barely spoke a word to me, but I could see he wasn’t mad. He was concerned about me leaving. Tucker had reservations from the beginning about me reconnecting with my father. He didn’t trust a man who would leave behind everyone he was supposed to love.

  “What time is my flight?” I asked as I picked up my sub sandwich and took a bite.

  “Nine in the morning.” He took a sip of his soda but didn’t look up at me.

  “Three days?”

  He nodded as he shoved a handful of chips in his mouth.

  “Can you please talk to me? We can’t work through this if we don’t talk. I hate you being mad at me.”

  “I’m not mad at you, Cass.” His eyes met mine. “I’m scared you are going to get hurt or taken advantage of by one of the few people who you love. Not that he deserves it.” The muscles in his jaw ticked.

  “People change. Look at me. I’m a completely different person now.”

  “No, you’re not, Cass. You are the same sweet and loving girl I fell in love with. Your circumstances changed, not who you are.”