Page 301 of Rock Me All Night
Tom frowns. "He'll come around."
Pete stares at Tom with incredulity. "You wanted to help Kara."
"No way," Tom says. "Just don't like seeing women get jerked around."
Pete's jaw drops. "You cared more about her feelings than about the band. This has never happened."
Miles nods. "Never."
Tom looks away like he's embarrassed.
"I appreciate the sentiment," I say. "But please don't help me anymore."
Miles waves Tom away. He looks at Meg. "You need a cab?"
"I've got it." She kisses him goodbye. "If you do kill Tom, call me. I want to hear him scream for mercy."
* * *
The cab rideto Meg's place is fast and mercifully silent. Her building still smells vaguely like sushi, but hey, there's no one here to interrogate me or kiss me or drive me out of my damn mind.
I look to the bed and its soft, inviting comforter. "Are your sheets clean?"
"Changed them this morning."
I flop onto the mattress with a tiny thud. Not as soft as it looks.
Meg sits next to me. She pokes my shoulder. When I roll over, she points to a can of green tea like it's supposed to tempt me. Fine. I take it and pop the top open.
"You hungry?" she asks.
"No."
"I have Frosted Flakes."
"I'm not a monster."
She gets up, pours a bowl of cereal, and hands it to me.
"I sent Miles to your place," she says. "To get your stuff, tell Drew he's an asshole. That kind of thing."
"I doubt he's there." I crunch my cereal loudly. "Probably driving around trying to think because it's just so hard for him." I focus my attention on my snack. "Are Miles and Drew close?"
"As far as I can tell." She steals a flake. "But I don't have any intel. I don’t think Drew talks to anyone except you."
"It doesn't matter." I make eye contact with Meg. "Drew and I are supposed to drive to the bay tomorrow."
"Not on my watch, sweet pea. I'll drive you before I let you do that."
"I'll manage."
"Screw that. If our roles were reversed, you'd drive me to the airport and watch while I went through security. You're such a good friend, Kara. Way better than what Drew deserves. I don't care how awful his ex was. I don't care how massive his cock is or how good he is with his hands. You deserve better than the shit he pulled tonight."
She's right. But it doesn't do anything to change the way I feel about him.
"I know that look."
"Yeah?" I ask.
