Page 67 of Love is a Lyric
He was nothing like she’d pictured and exactly like she’d pictured. “H-hi.” Her cheeks flamed. “I-I’m Piper.” How was it that she spent her life around famous people, but Dax Nelson struck her dumb?
Drew slid an arm over her shoulders. “Should the rest of us be offended little Daxy is the only one who makes you nervous?”
She pushed him away, forcing herself to turn from Dax and take in the living room crowded with rock stars. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes found Drew because he was the only one she truly knew.
They shared secretive looks she didn’t know the meaning of.
“We’re here for Benny boy.” Drew walked down the hall. “This place have any food?”
They came for Ben? She thought back on all the text messages she’d seen from them while she’d held Ben’s phone, but she didn’t understand. Ben had a tendency of shunning other famous people, something that always irritated Quinn when he refused to go to the clubs they frequented.
But there was something different in this group, a familiarity that went beyond their shared fame.
“I’ll go get Ben.” Piper left them raiding the kitchen as she trekked upstairs and knocked on Ben’s door. No answer.
She pushed it open to find a neatly folded bed. His guitar sat in the corner and clothes hung on the end of the bed. He hadn’t come home last night.
Worry spiked in her, and she ran to her room to find her phone, texting out a message she didn’t have time to second guess. A crash sounded downstairs as she hit send.
She dropped her phone into her pocket, twisted her hair into a ponytail, and went back downstairs.
Rockstars were going to be the death of her.
