Page 46 of Rock On

How neither of us had taken even a moment to make sure Harley was okay other than kissing her and telling her we’d see her later.

We’d left her there on the bus as we ran to go play, and by the time the set was over, she’d gotten dressed, fixed her makeup, and was on the side of the stage waiting for me. As if nothing had happened.

Aside from a few shared winks and grins, we’d never talked about it again, never acknowledged that it happened. I’d been a little embarrassed that I’d let a guy deep throat me, especially in light of Carter’s feelings for me, so I’d just gone about my business and buried my head in the sand.

Less than three months later, Harley served me with divorce papers.

And I’d never put two and two together.

Was I dumbass or what?

EIGHTEEN

Harley

I didn’t sleep well that night, so I was up early, doing the sunrise yoga class on the beach. Then I walked along the shore, enjoying the ocean breeze and tranquility of the waves crashing on the sand. I was still pretty shaken up after what had happened yesterday but didn’t know what to do about it. More than anything I wanted to talk to Tommy, but Allisha seemed to think he needed time to process everything on his own and that he’d reach out when he was ready.

She was the professional, so it felt like I should trust her even though it was hard.

I made my way back to my room and was surprised to see Tommy leaning against the wall by the door.

My step faltered when I spotted him, and I slowed down.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” I approached him gingerly.

“I was wondering if we could talk.” He met my gaze almost apologetically.

“Sure. Do you, uh, want to come in?”

“Have you had breakfast?”

I shook my head.

“Would you want to go downstairs and get some? Together, I mean?”

He looked nervous, which wasn’t like him at all, so I nodded. “Uh, sure. Let me just grab some sandals. I was barefoot on the beach.”

“Okay.” He didn’t make a move to come inside when I unlocked my door, so I hurriedly slid my feet into my flip flops and grabbed my phone.

He was still in the hallway when I came out and I matched his slower pace as we walked back toward the elevators.

“How’s the knee?”

“Not great, not terrible. It was good until yesterday when I overdid it.”

“You need to take it easy, or you won’t be ready for the tour.”

“Tell me about it.”

We were quiet on the ride down to the ground floor and as we walked to what was called the main restaurant, even though you didn’t pay for anything.

“Inside or outside?” The hostess who greeted us asked.

“Outside.”

“Outside.”

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