Page 51 of Heart Break Her

“I joined the crew a couple months ago. Before that, I toured with Manic Machine,” he continues. “But these guys are pretty cool. Tough work, long days, but that’s tour life, you know?”

“I do.” For the first time in my life, I fully get it, and the thought alone makes me want to sleep for a year.

Zane says something else, but an eruption of laughter drowns him out.

“What?” I yell.

He leans in close, and I feel his lips by my ear. “I like your hair.” His fingers brush a strand that’s fallen out of my bun, grazing the side of my neck as he moves it away.

Is this guy actually interested in me?

Do I want him to be?

It’s not like Sebastian and I are dating. I’ve seen how he is with his groupies. It’s rare he doesn’t have someone’s hands on him, petting him, touching him. God only knows what he does with them when I’m not around.

Except, I do know, don’t I?

That was me.

I look over my shoulder and spot Sebastian still talking to Madison with a big smile on his face. Another woman has joined them, and she’s hooked on his arm, eyeing him like the second he’s done talking, she’ll be dragging him into a bathroom to get down on her knees.

What was I thinking, getting into bed with him?

Worse, coming on tour with him?

I turn back to Zane, who is looking over my shoulder at Sebastian with a pinched expression on his face.

“Are you…” He tips his chin toward Sebastian.

“No.” I shake my head. “We’re friends—kind of—something like that. But no, nothing’s going on.”

Zane’s hazel eyes lock on me, and the wrinkle between his eyebrows tells me I’m not selling it like I think I am.

“Want to get some air?” I force a smile, and it immediately brightens up his face.

Zane reaches for my hand and helps me off my stool as I finish the last of my drink and set the empty glass on the bar top. If I thought I was buzzing, it hits ten times harder the moment I try and balance on my legs. Thankfully, I don’t fall over.

I weave my way to the front of the bar with Zane on my heels, and even though I swear I feel honey-brown eyes watching me, I don’t turn to face them.

It’s warm outside. We’re on the brink of summer and it’s only getting hotter the further across the country we go. I don’t need a jacket, even though it’s already two in the morning. Without the noise of the bar, I can breathe again.

“Over here.” Zane leads me to a brick ledge on the side of the bar, and I take a seat beside him.

He pulls a joint from his pocket and lights it up, taking a long drag before handing it to me. “Want a hit?”

“No thanks.” I don’t really know him well enough to get high as a kite around him, especially given that I’ve downed two drinks and a shot in the last thirty minutes.

Zane shrugs and takes another hit. “So, Cassie. Tell me something about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

He tips his head back against the brick wall behind him, and I watch a long curl of smoke leave his lips and get swallowed up by the night sky.

“I don’t know, anything.” he shrugs. “What do you do?”

“Art.” If I’m not fired, I think. But I don’t say it. “I’m an illustrator.”

“That’s cool, that’s cool.” He lifts his head up and scoots closer to me.

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