Page 38 of Keep Me Never
I try not to look, but my attention slides their way as she steps up, giving her friend a hug.
Her friend that she had feelings for once upon a time.
Irritated with myself, I pull my eyes away, glancing out over the parking lot.
I don’t know what the hell is going on with me right now, but I need to get my shit together.
Paige isn’t mine, and even if I liked the idea that just maybe she could be, I’m not in a place to share myself with someone else. Fuck, man, does she think this is a date?
Do I want it to be?
She’s wearing the same color as me.
I look over, and a frown forms.
She’s wearing the same color as him, too, so maybe it means nothing. She invited us all here, and it’s not like she gave me a hug tonight. Not that I wanted one or anything.
Mason elbows me, but I just give him a nod, pretending there’s nothing going on in my mind and wishing it were true.
I’m a contradiction to my own damn self and I’m so tired of it.
I’m tired of being tired of everything.
“Wait, I thought Ari said you were meeting us there?” Paige asks Noah.
“I was going to, but I had a little extra time today after all, soI wanted to use it wisely.” He grins down at Ari before looking back to Paige. “Fly out with you guys, and then I’ll fly out from here in the morning.”
She nods, but me, Mase, and Brady all wear matching scowls of confusion.
“Fly?”
He looks to me, then slowly back to Paige.
My eyes find her too, and she bites her lower lip, wincing slightly. “So…right.” She turns to face us all. “There’s something I should tell you guys.”
The moment she says it, my hackles rise, but before she can speak, a massive black Mercedes bus pulls up and the driver steps out. “Miss Paige. Good to see you.”
“Hi, Kevin.”
“Ready to go, are we?” the older man whose name is apparently Kevin says.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Cam shouts, and she doesn’t wait for anyone. She grabs Brady by the sleeve and makes her way inside.
The others slowly follow, and I step up to Paige, ushering her first before following in after.
This thing is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, not in person anyway.
It’s like one of those double-decker buses you see in the city, but without the second row of seats up top, instead giving even us six-foot guys the chance to stand without hunching as we slip in. The lights are low, shining a blue-and-purple fluorescent color, and it’s black leather all around with small fridges in each corner and ice buckets in the center, where a standing table is locked into place. Fancy as fuck.
The server, who apparently comes with the ride, pours us each a glass of champagne that I can’t even pronounce and then Paige clears her throat.
“So, you all know that I have this long-lost grandfather who found me last year.” She looks around, but when her gaze settles,it settles on mine. “Well, he’s sort of…wealthy. As in wealthy enough to fly us to San Jose and back in one night on a private jet for front-row seats to a touring live show.”
I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open and I’m not the only one.
“Wait, so we’re about to get on a private jet and fly to San Jose?” Mason asks, his brows jumping. “And my fiancé knew this and still made me come without her?”
Paige smiles sweetly, nodding.
