Page 60 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
Not just his brothers, he needed someone who was creative. Someone with pull at the label.
He needed Becks. And he'd only get Becks if she was there to help.
As she rode in the backseat of Sebastian's car, she pulled up Twitter on her phone to check on her favorite Twitter war. It didn't disappoint.
SexyBecksy:Paps going to kill your lawn, @TheRealLukeCook. Need one of my many glorious hats? #BeckettHats
TheRealLukeCook: You wish this many people cared about you and your hats.
Okay, it was a pretty lame comeback, but Luke was dealing with a lot, so she'd forgive it.
She glanced up to find Logan looking at her in the mirror on his visor. When he caught her peering back, he flipped it up.
Wylder sank lower in her seat with a smile on her face. If anyone told her months ago that Logan Cook, of all people, would put the smile on her face, she'd have said they were nuts.
But now... It didn't seem so crazy.
They reached Nashville a bit after two in the morning, and even at this hour, news vans were camped on the street in front of Luke's house. If they were here now, Wylder couldn't imagine how much worse it would get later in the morning.
"Where are we going?" she asked when Sebastian drove right by the house.
"Back entrance," Logan said.
They parked at the side of a completely different street, and Sebastian led them through a series of backyards until they reached the fence surrounding Luke's.
Logan skirted the fence to a back gate that wasn't visible to the street, and Sebastian handed him a key. They slipped into the yard and shut the gate behind them.
A massive deck spanned the back of the house, leading down to the concrete pad surrounding the kidney-shaped pool that was closed up for the winter.
"Does he know we're coming?" Wylder remembered the last time she'd broken into Becks' house and how he'd tackled her to the ground. "Don't want him to think we're reporters or something breaking in."
Logan gave her a strange look. "We wouldn't show up without letting him know, so yeah."
Oh, not everyone was like her. She hid a grin and followed them through the sliding glass doors into a massive kitchen, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the wide windows. It honestly didn't look all that different from Becks' house, but maybe this entire neighborhood had the same builder. The layout was identical with high ceilings and an open floor plan.
She bumped into a chair in the dark. A light flipped on in the hall, and she jumped.
Luke appeared, fully clothed as if he'd never gone to bed. His black t-shirt was rumpled, but his hair looked perfectly styled. Red rimmed his eyes. The guy might not have slept, but he was tired.
"Luke." Logan stepped forward and pulled his twin into a hug. "Are you okay?"
Luke nodded and pulled back. "It's been a long day."
Sebastian peered out the window. "How long have they been here?"
"Since early yesterday. They left after dark, most of them. The ones who stayed are asleep in their trucks. But the rest will return in a few hours. I haven't been able to leave the house. Uncle Bruce couldn't get through them to come in the door. We've had to use Facetime to try to problem solve. It's been... Less than ideal."
He pulled on the back of his neck and looked from Sebastian to Logan, his eyes finally settling on Wylder in confusion. "What are you all doing here?"
"This isn't just a Luke Cook problem." Logan crossed his arms. "It's a problem for all three of us. We never should have left you."
Luke snorted and crossed the kitchen to fill a glass with water. Swigging it back, he faced away from them. "And how would it have been different if you were here? I told you to go."
"Luke—"
"I don't care what happens," he burst out. "You didn't need to come because I'm okay. Sure, having the paps everywhere royally sucks, but the rest of it... I'm so darn tired, Logan. If the label drops me, so be it. Maybe it's for the best."
Logan didn't have anything to say to that.
