Page 38 of Love is a Lyric
“I don’t care.” She held out her hand. “Give me your phone. It’s only going to make this worse.”
He hesitated a moment before a sigh rattled from his chest. Placing the phone in her palm, he pried his fingers from it. “You’re right. I can’t see any more texts from Conner.” Interesting, he didn’t mention anything from Quinn.
“You’re going to wear the clothes I bought you because they are everything Benji Evans once was.” She pulled a wide-brimmed hat from the bag and reached up to put it on his head. “They won’t recognize you without the makeup.”
“We hope.”
Ben had been in the tabloids plenty without the makeup but always with Quinn at his side.
“Hope is all we have right now, Ben.” She scrolled through her phone for the list she’d made. “I have a number of phone calls to make. Go outside or something.” She sniffed. “Or at least shower.”
She turned to the door, but his voice called her back.
“You don’t work for the band anymore, Piper. You don’t have to do any of this.”
She smiled to herself. “I know. But sometimes, it’s what we do when we don’t have to that matters most.” She looked back over her shoulder.
“I don’t think I deserve you, Piper Hayes.”
“Au contraire, mon ami. You’re a good guy, Ben. You didn’t deserve what Quinn did to you, but we’re friends, family, and that is something you definitely deserve.”
She left him with those final words as she stepped out into the hall and shut the door. Her heart thundered in her chest, and his smile took a permanent place in her mind.
What was that?
There are few moments one can feel the world shifting underneath their feet.
And Piper couldn’t shake the feeling that had been a giant earthquake.
