“Sed, you can’t.”
“Why not? The prick has it coming to him.”
“Maybe he does—”
“Thank you.”
“—but I don’t want you to fight my battles. When you brought me here and let me go in by myself, I thought you finally understood. But you don’t understand at all.”
“What I really don’t understand is why men think they can talk to you like that.”
“He knew I was stripping in Vegas,” she said. “And he saw our video, Sed. Oh God. They’ve all seen it.” She couldn’t catch her breath.
“That shouldn’t matter.” He slammed his door and shifted into first gear. The tires squealed as the car shot forward.
“Why are you driving like a maniac?”
“Because I’m pissed and you won’t let me hit anyone.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she murmured. “You always overreact.”
“Do you really think I’m overreacting?” Sed slammed both palms into the steering wheel. “Some sonuvabitch tells my girlfriend to suck his dick and I’m overreacting!”
“Except I’m not your girlfriend.”
He growled, his eyes narrow, jaw taut. “Of course you aren’t. How could I forget?”
Chapter 27
Sed waited for the first commercial to interrupt the ball game before he took the beer out of Trey’s hand and set it on the side table. Trey took his eyes off the TV to gape at Sed.
“How long has it been since you picked up your guitar?” Sed asked.
Trey shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Can’t play it anyway.”
“You’re never going to play again if you don’t try. Do you expect to wake up one morning and be back to one hundred percent with no effort?”
“Lay off, Sed. I thought you invited me over for a beer and to watch a ball game, not to bitch at me.”
“Someone has to bitch at you. Lots of people rely on us for a paycheck. How are we going to pay them if we keep canceling shows? And how long do you think our fans will back us if we keep turning them away?”
“Our fans are awesome, Sed. Loyal ’til the end.” He grabbed his beer and chugged it in several swallows.
“If we keep canceling tour dates, the end is going to come a lot sooner than you think. No concerts. No new album. Do you want this to end? We worked our f**king asses off to get this far. You gonna let it go without a fight?”
“I am fighting.”
“I don’t see you fighting. I see you pussing out.”
Jessica wandered out of the bathroom, drying her hair with her towel. Her one towel. “Are we going out tonight? Or can I lounge around in shorts?”
“I vote for that outfit,” Trey said.
Jessica peeked out from under her towel. “Shit,” she muttered and wrapped the towel around her naked body.
“No worries. I’ve seen it before. Me and a couple million other people.”
Jessica shook her head at him. “Screw you, Trey.”
“If you insist.”
“Did I forget to mention that I invited Trey over?” Sed scratched his head as he looked up at Jessica from his recliner.
“Yeah, you forgot to mention that.” She headed for the bedroom. “I’m going to go slip into something more… more.”
Unable to take his eyes off her slim thighs, Sed watched her until she disappeared in his bedroom and then turned his attention back to Trey. What had they been talking about? Oh yeah. “You know I wouldn’t push you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
“Bullshit.”
Okay, he would. Someone had to. “Have you even been going to physical therapy?”
Trey scowled. “I go.”
“Let me guess how that goes. You flirt with your therapist for an hour and then you go home.”
He looked at the ceiling and grinned. “Maybe.”
“It’s obvious that you don’t care about the band anymore. What do you think I should do about that?”
Trey’s recently acquired tan lightened a shade. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“Are you considering replacing me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you thought it.” Trey pressed the leg rest of the recliner down and stood.
“How long are we supposed to wait for you, Trey? You tell me.”
Trey headed for the stairs. Sed launched himself from his chair and took off after him.
“Don’t run away,” Sed demanded. “I need to know if you’re done. By the amount of effort you’re putting into your recovery, I’d say you don’t think the band is worth it.”
Trey turned and shoved Sed with all his strength. Sed stumbled backward and hit his lower back against the pool table. He pulled himself upright, giving Trey a wide berth.
“You know I don’t think that!” Trey yelled. “The band means everything to me. Everything.”
“Prove it.”
Trey shook his head slightly, turned and took the stairs two at a time. He stormed out of the condo and slammed the front door behind him. Sed took a deep breath and rubbed his face with both hands.
Jessica appeared at his elbow. “Did I hear yelling? Where did Trey go?”
“He had to go practice his guitar or something.”
“You didn’t bully him, did you?” Jessica’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Me?” He tried on his best innocent expression. “Of course not.”
Chapter 28
Backstage a week later, Sed clamped a hand over Trey’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Kind of late to change my mind now, isn’t it?” Trey adjusted his guitar strap into a more comfortable position on his shoulder and then stared at the pick in his left hand. He hadn’t been able to grip it for more than a few days, but he’d called their manager, Jerry, to reschedule tour dates despite everyone’s insistence that he needed more time to recover.
Now they had this sold out show to contend with. A packed venue of fifteen thousand. So Trey was correct, it was too late to change his mind.
“I feel a little rusty,” Brian said. “I hope I remember the set. It’s been almost three weeks since we set foot on a stage and we didn’t have time to rehearse this afternoon.”
“Like falling off a bike,” Sed assured him.