Page 23 of I Love Rock n Wine

I couldn’t help but raise my brow in question.The guilt of not speaking up was starting to get to me, and after Itexted Charlene last night, she told me I had to come clean. But we both agreed I was far past that point.

I mean, telling the truth, no matter when, was better than lying. I went to bed lastnight, body sore yet happy, but had thoughts running through my mind of whetherI was really any better than his exes.

“Okay, wise one, what do you think I do?”

“You’re an exotic dancer. I mean, the way you rocked those hips yesterday. Dancers always have to look different, be different, so that no one sees them on the street, right?”

“It’s kind of hot having an exotic dancer as my girlfriend.”

“That’swhat I am? I don’t believe a question was asked to confirm that?”

“Did I need to?”

I shook my head, taking another sip of my drink.Again, a rare and beautiful moment of teasing and picking on each other. I was going to miss this when the tour started. And honestly, I had nodamn clue how I was going to make this work.Sure, we weren’t all on the same bus, but it didn’t matter. Charlene was right when she said I couldn’ttext him when I was sitting right next to him.

“Different when I’m with you, Tiff. You make me feel things I haven’t in a really long time. And you don’t care about Jameson, just just. And that feels fucking amazing. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Knife meet heart.

Why did he have to say that? Now I felt even more like shit. Okay, this was getting just too far out of hand. I needed to speak up.

Except, I couldn’t. Nothing was coming out. I opened my mouth, but the words that should have tumbled out didn’t.

Instead, all that seemed to come out was, “you mean more to me than I thought you would too, Heath. The things I’ve told you, no one else knows.”

He grinned at me from across the table and even though there was a nine-inch bladestabbed in my heart, I returned his grin.

“Why don’t you come on tour with me? At least for a few days.”

Shit. Now the knife was twisted with no hope of me bringing it out. What the hell did I say to that? How could I lie?

Now, it was evident. I wasn’t different than his exes, not one little fucking bit.

Chapter 14

~ Heath ~

Ichecked my phone again, seeing that the text message was still unread. Which wasn’t like Tiff. She was always good at reading them and responding. But ever since dinner two days ago, she’s been ignoring me.

I didn’t think asking her on tour with me was a big step, especially given the way our relationship was progressing, but maybe it was. And maybe I freaked her out. Which was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to keep her close and get to know her a bit more.

Okay, sure, being wrapped up in her arms every night, even in a smaller bed, wasn’t a bad idea.

But I didn’t think it was so drastic it would trigger this type of reaction.

All I could say was, I didn’t like it. I admit I might be jumping to conclusions here, but something felt off. Way off. And I didn’t like it.

With a sigh, I opened my messages and sent another message, this time to Kev.

Hey, you busy?

Only fighting traffic, no biggie though, right?

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and glanced at the time. He had plenty of time to get here and it wasn’t like he had to be backstage.I didn’t need to see him before I opened the show.

If I give you an address, will you check off? It’s not like her to ignore me and I can’t help but shake that something is up.

Sure man, send me the address.

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