Page 63 of Revel
Twisting around, I swing my legs over the edge of the platform we’re sitting on. “Yep.”
“Prove it.”
I wave my hand around and then lean back on my hands. “Nah.”
Her arms cross over her chest, a pointed glare my way. “Then I don’t believe you.”
I don’t budge, at least not at first but this girl, she’s hard to resist. It’s another five minutes before I cave.
Standing, I widen my stance, cupping my hands over my mouth and swaying from side to side. “Bt-pft, bt-pft, tuh-suh. . . .” I go on like that for about a minute and then stop, breathing heavy. “There. Happy?”
Red dissolves into a fit of giggles before me, covering her mouth with her hands. I’m captivated, joining in her laughter. Though my amusement is only brought on by hers, I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in ten years. As we gather our composure, I sit down on the ledge again, her joining me moments later.
“You’re sort of amazing,” she says when her laughter subsides.
“My brother Bonner and I used to annoy my grandma with it to the point she’d lock us out of the house.”
“You don’t talk about your brothers much.”
I shrug. “Not much to say.”
“Are you close with Bonner and Landon?”
It’s publicized everywhere what a fucked-up past I have. “Not really. I see Landon every once in a while, and Bonner lives down in Santa Monica I think.” My muscles tense up, everything inside me begging to shut the fuck up. “I don’t like to talk about my family. To anyone.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t. It’s a fucked-up story, ya know.”
She nods, and I think she’s done with the fifty questions, but then she hits me with, “How long ago did you and Hensley break up?”
“A while ago.”
“She cheated on you?”
I nod.
“It’s none of my business, but are rock stars ever faithful on tour?”
I turn to look at her. “Something tells me that’s not what you’re asking.”
Red draws her bottom lip between her teeth, though it’s barely visible in the shadows. The pink in her cheeks gives her away. “I suppose not.”
“Then why not ask what you really mean?”
“Did you sleep around?”
“Not while we were exclusive.”
“Who did she cheat on you with?”
“Didn’t ask.” It’s a lie, but I refuse to be the one to tell her dad is a piece of shit. I won’t be that guy. Something inside me screams to tell her about him, the money he offered me, but I don’t. At least not yet. “What about you and what’s his face?”
She raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Breckin?”
I nod. “I refuse to say his name.”
She laughs. “He cheated on me with one of the backup dancers from his tour.”
