Page 81 of Addicted to You
We both stood, and he reached into his pocket. “Here’s a little something as a thank you.” He shook my hand and slipped me a baggie that felt all too familiar.
“Not my scene anymore.” I tried to give it back, but heheld up his hands.
He grinned. “I heard rumors about you doing the whole sobriety thing after rehab, but you’ve never been one to pass up a good time.”
My jaw clenched. I could continue to argue with him, but that might cause a scene, which could lead to unwanted media attention if anyone decided to sell a story to the paps. Against my better judgment, I shoved the drugs into my pocket and walked out without another word.
Outside, the sidewalks were packed with people, and the last thing I needed was for someone to catch me holding onto coke. I’d just have to wait until I got to the hotel to toss it.
By the timeI returned to the hotel, Cash was already waiting in the lobby. My first instinct was to rush over to him and pull him into my arms, but it didn’t seem like the right thing to do because I didn’t know exactly where we stood with each other. Besides, anyone could see us. I didn’t know if or when we’d be ready for public displays of affection since that would mean essentially coming out.
He looked up from his phone as I approached and smiled. “Perfect timing. I was just getting ready to call you to say I was here.”
“Oh good. I was worried I was going to be late. I went to see a friend, and the visit ran slightly longer than expected.”
“And here I thought you came to Boston to see me.”
My finger stilled just when I was about to press the call button to the elevator and I glanced over at Cash. He was smirking and I had the urge to pull him into my arms again.
“You are the reason I came to Boston, but my buddy needed some merch signed.” I finally pressed the up button.
“Ah, yes, the life of a rock star.”
“No rest for the wicked.” I winked.
The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside.
“So, how was the last show?” he asked as I pressed the button for my floor.
“It was amazing. I’m a little bummed it’s over, but I’m lookingforward to having time for other important things.” I gave him a look, hoping he’d catch my meaning.
He nodded, and his lips quirked, although he tried to hide it.
When the elevator stopped, we stepped out and headed toward my room. At the door, I reached into my pocket for my keycard and stiffened a little when my fingers brushed against the plastic bag I’d shoved in there.
Damn it.
I pushed the door open and walked in first, making a beeline for the trash. I needed to get rid of that shit immediately.
“What the hell is that?” Cash growled from behind me just as I was about to drop the coke.
I froze, surprised to see how closely he’d followed me inside.
“It’s not what it looks like.” I regretted my words immediately, remembering they were the same ones I said to him during the holidays when it happened to be precisely what it looked like.
His gaze darkened. “So, you’re not holding a bag of coke?”
I let out a breath. “I am, but it’s not empty, which means I didn’t use it.”
“Then why do you have it?” His voice changed from angry to desperate, as if pleading for an explanation that made sense.
“Donnie gave it to me.”
“Donnie?”
I nodded. “He wanted me to sign some stuff for his girlfriend and then gave me this shit as a ‘thank you’. There were people around, and I didn’t want to cause a scene by arguing about it. Instead, I took it and left, planning to throw it out as soon as I could.” I finally dropped the bag into the trash and grabbed his hand instead.
He closed his eyes. “You have to understand. Seeing you with drugs after ...”
