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She sighed, stepped past me, and closed the safe door because, apparently, I’d forgotten how to be an adult. “Need to pack a bag?”
I folded the lyrics page and stuffed it into my wallet. “No. Wallet, phone, passport. That’s all I need.”
I’m pretty sure she considered arguing for half a second, but in the end, she shrugged. “Okay. Get in the car.”
Bec’s car was parked out front and we ran to it. Steve chased after us. “Blake, you can’t just go,” he yelled out. “Not without some kind of security backup. People know where Luke is now.”
I spared him a look—Steve had always meant well, and he’d always looked after us—but we weren’t Atrous anymore. Jeremy was right behind him, so I shook my head, got in the car, and Bec sped down the drive.
“Cabo,” she said, barely slowing down for the gate to open all the way.
“Uh, watch the side?—”
“I’ll watch the road; you search flights. Flights to Cabo, Blake.”
Oh, right.
Jesus.
I thumbed in a quick search, not really knowing what I was looking for. “Um, so here’s a fun fact for you. I’ve never actually booked my own flight before.”
She stared at me, far longer than necessary, given she didn’t slow down at all. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’ve never booked my own flights before. The company did it, or Amber. And when we flew to Jamaica that time, you took care of all that.”
“Jesus Christ,” she mumbled.
“What? I’ve had someone doing every single thing for me since I was sixteen. Same as Luke. We never had to doanything ourselves. I didn’t even buy my Range Rover. I picked out which one I liked online, and Amber organized it. I just paid for it.”
Pretty sure I paid for it . . .
It wasn’t like we could go anywhere with the fans or the papzz following us, or stalking, as the case usually was.
Amber, as Luke’s and my manager, organized everything.
That got me thinking... She still worked for Platinum.
“Hey, Siri,” I said. “Call Amber.”
Bec shot me a look as the phone rang, but then Amber’s familiar voice broke the silence. “Blake Acosta. Not a number I was expecting to see today.”
“Yeah, hey, Amber. Sorry to call out of the blue. I’m calling to ask a favor.”
There was a beat of silence. “Okay.”
“I need you to get me on the next flight to Cabo.”
Another beat of silence. “Blake, is there any reason?—”
“Luke disappeared, and apparently that’s where he is.”
Her tone was sharp. “He what?”
I almost snorted. Because I knew that tone. That was her what-the-fuck tone. I’d heard it a lot over the years. Hell, I was the reason for a lot of those years. “I was kinda wondering if you knew anything about that. But I’m guessing not.”
“What? Why would I...” She stopped. “I haven’t spoken to him in, well, since Atrous...”
“Yeah, sorry.”
