“Want to get sweaty with me?” He cocked his eyebrow.
“Mmmm . . .” I pretended to think about it, and Tucker picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist, giggling. He pressed my back against the cinder-block wall and kissed me. There was nothing playful about his kiss. His tongue slid over my lower lip and I let my mouth fall open, inviting him inside.
“They’re asking for you,” Chris called out from the door.
“Fuck.” Tucker rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “I have to go sign some autographs, and we have that VIP thing tonight.”
I nodded as I dropped my legs and he lowered me to the ground. I was beginning to wonder if the timing would ever be right for me and Tucker again. I was finally feeling like I could push away the past and get lost in the kisses of my boyfriend . . . and now he had to go. Again.
“It’s fine. I’ll go hang out on the bus.” I gave him a quick kiss on the nose and waited for him to walk back out toward the stage. With a sigh I retreated back to the bus to spend the next few hours by myself. I hated being alone, but it gave me time to write and it had become a great way for me to work through everything I was still carrying around with me.
I made my way out of the back exit of the building and slipped into the bus that was parked just behind the doors. Tonight we had security posted outside, and it made me nervous to think how things were changing so rapidly.
I grabbed my notebook and began to jot down lines as they floated through my head. Nothing was really coming together, but Tucker had told me that when he writes it never seems to make sense at first, so I didn’t let it discourage me. After a good two hours of getting lost in my memories, I knew it was going to be a long night for the guys, and it was no use waiting up. I crawled into bed alone and stared at the pictures of Tucker taped overhead before drifting off to sleep.
13
DON’T FREAK OUT.” Sarah put her hand on my chest and stopped me from entering the checkout at the grocery store.
“Okay, Sarah, you can’t grab my boobs and ask me not to freak out. That’s just weird.”
“What? No!” She pulled her hand back and grabbed a tabloid magazine from the end of the counter. “This!” She pointed to a giant picture of my face.
“What?” I snatched the magazine from her hand, turning it over several times like the image would disappear. “This is bad. This is so bad.”
“It might be. See what it says.” She grabbed another magazine from the rack and flipped it open to the article.
“I didn’t do an interview. How do they have this?” I asked, pointing to the quotes directly from me. It finally dawned on me. . . . The man at the Damaged concert back in Lakeland. The guy with the camera. “Shit. That weird guy from the concert. I didn’t know he was a reporter. They can’t do this without permission, right?” I asked. Nothing in the story was actually that bad. It mentioned that I was Tucker’s girlfriend and that I was touring with him. That didn’t seem so terrible.
“We should let them see this before they find it on their own . . . or before Donna finds it.” Sarah grabbed the rest of the magazines, and we checked out as quickly as possible. I didn’t see why it was such a big deal. In fact, I was certain Tucker would get a laugh out of it. I knew he wasn’t a fan of these magazines, but this story happened to be true this time.
I slipped onto the bus, and the guys were going about their morning routines, which consisted of nursing their hangovers and Chris very unceremoniously kicking his one-night stand off the bus.
“Breaking Donna’s rules?” I raised an eyebrow at Chris who shook his head with a guilty grin. “She’s out getting her fancy coffee or some shit.”
I shook my head and sat my bags of groceries on the floor, pulling out the contents and slipping them into the cupboards. Tucker came out of the bathroom, his hair an adorable mess and his basketball shorts slung low on his hips.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek and started helping me unload the groceries. He pulled out a magazine, and his eyes grew large as he looked at my face on the cover. “What the hell is this?”
“Don’t be mad. Some guy was talking to me at your concert. I had no idea who he was.”
Tucker flipped through the pages and glanced over the interview.
“Why would I be mad?” He slowly ripped the cover off the magazine and dug through the kitchen drawer, pulling out a roll of tape. “I like this picture of you.” He smiled and went back to his bunk to tape the picture above his bed with the others. I sighed, thankful he didn’t react the way Sarah had feared.
“You guys hungry?” I asked as Eric grabbed a coffee mug from the sink.
“Coffee?” He held the cup out at me with the saddest little puppy-dog face.
“I’ll get right on it.” I took the mug and sat it on the counter. He gave me a thankful smile, and I began preparing the coffeemaker for a fresh pot. The door opened and Donna stepped inside holding a drink carrier full of overpriced lattes. She sat it down on the table and pulled off her oversized sunglasses. Her eyes landed on me and narrowed before she dug around in her giant hobo purse and pulled out a copy of the magazine with my article. She held it up, not saying a word. I turned back to the coffeemaker and continued to fill it with water.
“I’ve already seen it,” I said, not looking at her. “So has Tucker.”
“It’s a great picture,” Tucker spoke up, sliding his hand around my back and resting his hand on my hip.
“So I guess it was worth losing half of your fan base?” Donna shot back. I spun around. “We had discussed this, Tucker.” Her eyes narrowed and landed on my boyfriend.
“Discussed what?” I asked, looking to him for answers. He blew out a long breath.
“Donna thinks we should keep our relationship a secret. She’s afraid our female fans will lose interest.”
“Not a secret. I think it shouldn’t exist.”
“What?” I knew she had reservations about me joining the guys for the tour, but this was insane.
“It’s nothing personal.”
“Nothing personal? This is my boyfriend. I don’t see how it could be any more personal.”
She turned her attention to Tucker, completely ignoring me.
“I have been fielding calls all morning. Calls from everyone from news reporters to Cass’s father and everyone in between. This is very bad.”
“Wait . . . Did you say my father?” Suddenly I felt like I was spinning. . . . In that one sentence the entire world just imploded.
“This isn’t a game, Tucker. Is it really worth it to play house with some girl? This is your career.”
“She isn’t just some girl. I love her, and she is more important than any of this shit.”
“I’m sorry. Did you say my dad called you?”
Donna rolled her eyes at me as she tapped her foot. The other members of the band stood in shock watching our fight. Tucker continued to argue his point while Donna shrieked and moaned.
“Enough,” Eric yelled, and the bus went silent. I leaned back against the counter, struggling to catch my breath as a panic attack began to take over. “Cass is trying to find out about her dad. Can you not see what you’re doing to her?” Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on me.
“He left his number. Why is this such a big issue?” Donna waved her hands around dramatically. I slowly raised my eyes to meet hers.
“I haven’t seen my father in years. . . . Since I was little,” I said quietly as I rubbed over my arm nervously. I hated admitting that I fit the stereotype she had clearly pinned on me: poor little lost girl with daddy issues. I expected her to smile, but instead she was sympathetic.
“That wasn’t fair of me. I didn’t know.”
“It’s fine,” I said, looking away. I needed to get out of there. I needed some air before my lungs exploded. I pushed my way through the group and stumbled out of the front door. Tucker followed and placed his hand on the
