“We’re sorry for the disturbance.”
“Don’t apologize for me,” I said tightly.
She curled her fingers tighter around her phone. “Someone should.”
Shame climbed up my gut into my throat. First I had to call my big brother to bail me out, and now Kenny was looking at me like I was chewed gum on hot pavement.
Banner day, Jordan.
She lifted her chin and stepped forward. “I’m here for Indie’s sake. Not yours.”
I cracked my knuckles. They hurt like hell, and the pain cleared my head. “I used my one phone call. I’m good.”
“Everything cool, Red?”
She threw a sweet smile over her shoulder. “Thanks, Remy. We’ll be fine.”
The cop gave me a hard look before he returned to the room that I’d just been booked in. She was clean and fresh. Her hair was a mass of fistable curls that I wanted spread across my damn pillow. Fuck that, I wanted them across my belly again, with her sleeping beside me. I was dying to put my face in her neck. To breathe in her sweet floral scent until the sweat and stench of the jail faded into a memory—but I still had fingerprint ink staining the pads of my fingers and blood in my teeth.
I was a goddamn mess.
And Kennedy’s client had been the one to remind me who I used to be. Kennedy lived and breathed everything I hated about this damn town. In fact, it was her job to perpetuate it.
No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn’t let that back in my life again.
“Go home, Kennedy.”
Her amber eyes glittered before the polite mask fell over her face. “I’m glad you’re all right. I’ll let Indie know you’re out.”
“I already did.”
“Right.” She looked down at her phone, typed in something before dropping it into her purse. “Then if everything’s taken care of here, I’ll leave you in your brother’s capable hands.” She turned with a blank look before heading for the door.
“Fuck.”
“You’re an asshole,” Noah muttered.
He didn’t have to tell me. One of my best friends was in the drunk tank screaming out inventive ways he was going to fold my dick inside out, the girl I’d thought was different turned out to be a little too much like my ex, and what should have been the best week of my life had been punctuated with an arrest.
May was officially a shitstorm and my life was the epicenter.
Noah turned out the side entrance of the police station and I followed him. He didn’t wait up for me. His long legs ate up the pavement to a McDonalds parking lot across from the precinct.
I hurried to catch up.
Noah shot a heated look at me across the hood of his Escalade. “You know what? I had a beautiful woman’s legs around my neck about an hour ago. I had the pleasure of hearing her come her brains out.”
“Thanks for the recap of your night.” I climbed into the passenger seat of Noah’s truck.
He got in and slammed his door. “Yes, but the important part of this story is that I had to leave that lovely lady, put her in her car, and send her home. So, not only did I have to bail your stupid ass out, but I have a very nice case of blue balls as a bonus parting gift.”
“So, that’s why you weren’t at the bar as my backup.”
“I didn’t know you required backup, asshat. And I was at your party. Just had a better incentive to leave than to watch you idiots drink booze you can’t handle.”
“Fuck off.”
“You aren’t allowed to have whiskey if you can’t hold your liquor, and Bats definitely cannot. Or, he was drunk on pussy. Which is exactly what it sounds like. What in the fuck?”
I slumped down and stared out the window.
“No answer?”
“Fresh out.”
“If you own a rockstar dick does that negate the bro-code? You don’t dip your wick in a friend’s girl. Period. Even if she’s an ex. How hard is this?”
“You don’t know Victoria.”
“I can guarantee that it wouldn’t matter how hot she was, I wouldn’t fuck her or get mixed up with her.”
“Yeah, well she has a way of getting under your skin and making you want to take care of her. I was fooled for a long damn time.” I stared out the passenger window.
I’d still be with Victoria if I didn’t catch her in bed with her co-star. I’d been utterly blind to her. She’d wrapped me up good and tight until I couldn’t further her career any longer.
Then she’d moved on to another poor bastard. Now that Hammered was climbing the charts again, and everyone wanted a piece of us, Vic was back.
Knowing she was running the same game on Bats brought up all the anger I thought I’d put aside. When I’d been with Victoria I’d been in the center of that bull shit. I’d lived for parties and people that were only interested in how many A-listers you could name drop.