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Piper
Tours were exhausting, and Drew’s was only getting started.
Piper plopped down on the couch next to Drew in his bus. “You did well yesterday.”
Drew flashed her a grin. “I always do well.”
She shook her head with a laugh. “But I’ve been asked to tell you not to go over your time again. You know the band doesn’t like it when you add in songs that weren’t part of the set list.”
Drew lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I only do what my fans ask for. They were yelling for that one.”
“I think Jo will have your head if you do it at tonight’s concert.”
“I can handle Jo.”
“No one can handle Jo.” She’d grown to like the pink-haired drummer, but it was hard to be around any of them without thinking of Ben. Every time one of them answered their phone, she wondered if it was him.
Drew looked up from the notebook in his lap. He didn’t write his own songs, but she’d never asked what he was doing as he scribbled away. He pushed blond hair out of his face and fixed his intense blue eyes on her. Most women would melt under that gaze, but Piper ignored his all-American looks to do her job. “Pipes, you okay?”
“What? Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Could he really read her that well after such a short time?
“Come on, Piper. We’re two hours from Columbus, and I know you saw the press conference last night.”
She had. Quinn called her moments before she stepped onto a stage and told the world each song recorded byFatehad been written by her. And today? Piper’s phone hadn’t stopped ringing. Executives from the label. Melanie. Other people she’d met around the music business while working forFate.
But not Ben. Each time her phone rang, she stared at the screen, both hoping and fearing his name would light up.
It never did.
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
Drew sighed. “Fine. Then, let’s talk about how you wroteFate’slyrics.” A topic she hated almost as much as talking about Ben. “Those songs are good, Pipe, great even. I’d never have admitted it to Ben though.” One corner of his mouth lifted into his signature half-grin.
“They’re not mine. I gave them to Quinn.”
“Butyouwrote them. Piper, you could have taken those songs and created a career for yourself. I’ve seen the video. I know you can sing.”
Piper jumped up and paced the length of the bus, stopping at the door to the bedroom and turning back. “I just want to write. Why does everyone keep telling me I have to dream bigger, want more?”
“You don’t. I’m sorry. It’s hard to imagine anyone else not wanting my dream. But why let Quinn take credit for your words?”
“She’s my sister.” That was the end and the beginning. Quinn asked the world to forgive her, but Piper already had. She’d give anything to her sister. Well, almost anything. The moment Quinn said she and Ben weren’t engaged, Piper broke down.
Drew patted the couch beside him. “Sit.”
She did.
“I feel like I’m going to lose my assistant.”
“Why? Am I fired?” Because she’d lied.
Horror flashed across his face. “No. I’d never fire you. But I don’t think you realize what’s coming. Has the label called?”
She nodded. “Probably to fire me from your tour for letting this train wreck happen.”
“You still don’t get it, do you? Your life is going to change, Piper. It won’t only beFatewanting your songs. Heck, I’m tempted to have you write one for me.”
