Page 38 of Addicted to You
That woke her up a little more. She pushed herself up onto her elbow, watching me.
“You still there?” Silas asked.
“I’m here.” I exhaled. “You really want me to do this?”
“I trust you, Cash. You get it. And I don’t want some random person treating me like I’m just a job, or following me like a little puppy because I’m in a band.”
I cracked a smile at his words. He was a rock star, but I would not treat him any differently than I had when I met him over Christmas. “One sec.” I pulled the phone away and whispered to Britt, “He wants me to be his sober companion.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened slightly. “That’s a good idea.”
“But I’ll probably have to go on tour with him.”
“Sounds fun. I’m jealous.”
I stared at her for a beat. Was she actually jealous? Because she didn’t seem bothered at all about the possibility ofme leaving. Maybe she wanted to get rid of me so she could continue to spend time with her friends and not feel guilty. Was she even feeling guilty? Without any more hesitation, I said to Silas, “All right. I’ll do it.”
He let out a relieved breath. “Thank you. The staff here suggested that you fly to LA to pick me up, then we can head back to Boston together. My manager, Rina, said she’ll help make all the arrangements.”
“Sounds good. I’ll start getting things together here.” My words gave me pause. “Wait. Where are you staying while you’re in town?”
“Probably at my parents’, but only for a few nights before heading to New York.”
“Okay … Well, being your sober companion requires me to live with you. Since I have a place, how about you stay with me and Britt for the few nights you’re in town?”
Britt balked, but whatever. She wasn’t even home most of the time, anyway.
“Is my sister cool with that?” Silas asked.
“Yeah,” I lied.
“All right. Cool. Then I’ll see you at LAX in a week.”
“Sounds good. Get some rest.”
I hung up and Britt asked, “Silas is staying here?”
“Just for a few days while he’s doing his shows here and then we’ll go to New York.”
“How exciting. You get to go on tour like a rock star.” She grinned.
I snorted a laugh. “It’ll be different than my other clients for sure.”
One WeekLater
The airport was packedwith people moving in every direction, dragging suitcases and shuffling through lines. I spotted Silas near the check-in counter, baseball cap pulled low, arms crossed over his chest.
“Hey,” I greeted when he looked at me.
“Hey.” He gave me a fist bump. “Ready?”
“Yep.”
We headed to security, and the line moved slowly, giving me time to lay things out for him before we got on the flight.
“We should go over a few things,” I told him.
He exhaled. “Go for it.”
