Page 57 of Heart Break Her

Sebastian:Girl with the pink hair haunting my dreams, breaking my heart every time she leaves

Cassie:Assuming you have a heart to begin with

Sebastian:No such luck

Cassie:Figured

Cassie:I had to get to the bus

Sebastian:Make it?

Cassie:No, I was captured and you’re texting with the person who took me right now

Sebastian:Assumed as much. On that note, send proof of life, and I’ll make arrangements to save her.

Cassie:(attaches photo of self in bunk with face buried in pillow)

Sebastian:Well you look half alive at least

Cassie:Work in progress

Cassie:What are you up to?

Sebastian:Waiting for Adrian to get off the phone so we can have a band meeting. He’s using the fact that we’re trapped on a bus and can’t escape against us.

Cassie:Smart man

Sebastian:Don’t tell him that

Cassie:Good luck

Sebastian:See you in Dallas

Cassie:You know it, rock god

“What’s that smile for?” Rome smacks me on the back as he rounds the table and takes a seat next to Eloise.

“Nothing,” I lie, tucking my phone back in my pocket.

Right about now I’m wishing we’d forked out the cash to get our own buses instead of all sharing. One bus, no matter how luxurious, is only so big. Add in four musicians and Adrian, and we’re fucking cramped. The only upside is that we turned the back bedroom into a separate living space so it’s easier to split up and escape when needed.

Except right now, when Adrian has us pinned up front while he takes a call, and we wait to get reamed out for whatever has most recently pissed him off.

“Oh shit,” Noah quips from the couch. “Sebastian’s fucking whipped.”

I lean back and cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Rome leans forward on his elbows. “I think you do, brother. Hence why I had the pleasure of, not one, but two prime pieces of ass last night after you bailed on yours.”

“And you’re complaining?” I lift an eyebrow.

“Fuck, no.” Rome leans back, laughing, wrapping his arm around the back of Eloise’s seat. “You should fuck Cassie more often; leaves more groupies for the rest of us.”

“I’m not fucking her,” I snap.

My tone catches even Eloise’s attention, who usually tunes us out. After this many years of touring with the three of us, she isn’t fazed by much. Crude comments, naked women, public fucking—Eloise ignores us and goes about her business.

Except right now, when my voice hinted at more than I wanted it to.

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