“I don’t know,” I finally said.
“Just remember what I said about her,” Miller said, giving me a knowing look.
How could I ever forget that Miller had said Ari had knocked humanity into me? What kind of person would I be at this point without her? I for sure would have f**ked one of those chicks in the back room, if not more than one. I would have pushed the limits. All right, I’d f**king talk to her when I got back.
I told them as much before walking out of the venue with my guitar strapped to my back, leaving the rest of the guys to hang out backstage.
It was f**king cold outside, and the temperatures sobered me up further. I’d been a dick to Ari. She’d been out of line, but I’d acted like…well, like me. I’d done what I always did. And she was better than that.
My thoughts were broken when I heard what sounded like someone falling behind me. I turned around and saw a girl sitting heavily on the ice. She was wincing and holding her hand against her chest.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Um…yeah. I just hit the ground pretty hard.”
“How’s your hand?”
She grimaced. “It’s bleeding a bit.”
“Need help getting back inside or anything?”
I wasn’t exactly chivalrous, but she was kind of pretty. I would feel like a dick just leaving her out here. After how I’d treated Ari this afternoon, I felt like maybe I owed it to this girl to be nice.
“Oh, no, thanks. My cabin is just ahead. I’ll just go clean it up there.” She struggled to her feet and started walking uneasily again.
“I’m this way, too.”
She finally looked up into my face, and I swore I’d seen her somewhere. Damn my bad memory!
She smiled, and we walked together in silence. Before Ari, I probably would have taken this girl up to my room for a quickie or something.
We reached the ski resort hotel, and she started rifling through the small purse in her hand. I nodded to her and started to walk in the opposite direction. I let the feeling of giving up easy game pass over me. I’d have Ari alone later, and I’d convince her to have pretty epic make-up sex.
“Hey!” the girl called, jogging up to me. “Sorry to bother you again, but, um…I don’t have my key. Do you think I could wash my hand in your place before braving the cold again?” She suggestively fluttered her eyelashes at me.
I wondered briefly if she was telling the truth or just trying to get a step closer to my bed.
I could have sent her back to the lodge. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’d ever done to a chick before, but it wasn’t like it would really hurt anything. I was heading right back out anyway.
“Sure. I’m going back to the lodge after I put my guitar up. I’m Grant.”
She smiled a knowing, maybe even triumphant smile. “I’m Kristin.”
Chapter 38: Aribel
As much as I’d wanted to rush backstage to talk to Grant, I’d forced myself to chat with my friends for a few minutes. A knot formed in my stomach over what had happened, and I just wanted to scream.
How could he go from having sex with me to getting drunk with some girls to acting like a total jackass to serenading me onstage all in the span of an afternoon?
I didn’t care how wasted he was. I knew that I needed to talk to him. Grant was just being stupid and stubborn. I might have been in the wrong by going on the defensive when I’d found him backstage, but he would have flipped his shit if he had found me in a similar state. I wanted him to have his space to be the person he wanted to be, but I didn’t want that to jeopardize who he really was.
My mind was all clouded. I was going to agonize about this all night if I didn’t go and find Grant.
When I made it backstage, the room was even more packed than it had been before. The later shows were supposed to be completely full, and bands were getting their equipment together. On instinct, I returned to the spot where I’d seen Miller and McAvoy earlier, but they weren’t there.
Unfortunately, Donovan Jenkins was.
“You following me, beautiful?” he asked with a wink.
“Hardly. I was just looking for Grant.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again,” I said irritably.
“You should reconsider your seventeenth-century assumptions and keep a closer eye on him.”
Okay. I didn’t care how much I liked The Drift’s music. Donovan Jenkins was officially on my shitlist.
“I don’t need to keep a closer eye on him. Now, if you haven’t seen him, then I’m going to continue looking.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm as I started to walk away.
I stared down at it in disgust. “Don’t touch me.”
He slowly released me. “You’re not like most other girls.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Well, I haven’t seen your boy. He probably went off to celebrate.”
My stomach fluttered. This didn’t sound good. “Celebrate what?” I knew my voice sounded lighter than normal, but I couldn’t control it.
“ContraBand is opening for us. New Year’s Eve in New York City. They just signed the paperwork after the show. Are you going to be there, too?” He gave me his most dazzling smile.
And yeah, damn, he was attractive, but he wasn’t Grant.
Right now, that was all I could focus on. Grant was opening for The Drift in the city. I was happy for him. This was what he’d wanted, but still…the news scared me. It made my stomach twist, and I felt a bit nauseous.
Grant hadn’t told me about this. As far as I could tell, he hadn’t even come looking for me. And now, I didn’t know where he was, except for hearing Donovan’s vague notion of celebrating. That didn’t sit right with me either.
“Hey, Ari,” Miller said, walking up to us.
Sydney had finally reappeared after the blowout with Vin, and she was standing awfully close to Miller.
“Hey. Have you seen Grant?” I felt a sense of déjà vu wash over me at the question.
“Yeah. He went up to put his guitar away. He should be back any minute.”
I released the breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. Just putting his guitar away. Totally normal. No reason for me to worry.
“Thanks,” I said appreciatively.
“Hey, Ari,” Donovan said.
Ugh, he knows my name now.
“Think about New Year’s.”
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I couldn’t even dignify that with a response. If I was going to be in New York City for New Year’s, then I was going to be with Grant. Donovan Jenkins wasn’t even on my radar.