Save Me (Rock Romance #4) by A. L. Wood Read Free Book Online

my checklist to Selena.
    “You really had to make a list?”
    “Yes, now start reading it off to me.”
    “Cellphone.”
    “Got it,” I say while tucking it into my pocket.
    “Cellphone charger, Kindle, wallet.”
    “Yup, yup, yup.”
    “Identification in your wallet?” Selena asks.
    “Yes.”
    “Toothbrush, toothpaste, headphones.”
    “Check.”
    This goes on for a few moments later until I’m sure that I have everything on my list, and it’s packed away into the right suitcase. Every time I’ve had to leave for a tour I always ask Selena to see me off. Out of our group of friends her and I have always been the closest, and leaving my car, if I owned one, in the parking lot wouldn’t be something I’d want to do.
    The drive to Hard Wired Records , where the tour buses are leaving from, isn’t a long one. As soon as Selena pulls alongside the first bus, I open the door to make my exit. She puts the car in park while she helps me unload my two bigger suitcases while I throw my carry-on bag over my shoulder. I lean in to give her a hug and whisper my goodbyes. She has tears in her eyes, as she does every time I leave. It guts me to see how much my absence affects her, yet she never whispers a word about wanting me to stay. She’s selfless like that, she knows that this job isn’t only a dream or want, but deep and aching need. I would never be content staying in one place, even while a large part of me desperately longs for a home of my own.
    As she pulls away, I spot him . The one who turned my world upside down.
    Just as soon as my eyes land on him, I walk the other way. Confrontation is something I’ve never been a fan of, even if it’s needed. I find some of the members of the road crew loading up a bus so I walk over to the most-approachable one. He’s a little taller than me, with what I think is a smile on his face is, his facial hair covers most of his lips.
    “Hello, I’m Abagail, could you tell me where Ryan Hurst might be?”
    “Chad, nice to meet you Abagail. I haven’t seen Ryan around, but I’m sure he’ll be here soon. Most of the band is here already so maybe one of them can help you.” He says while walking over to a pile of suitcases sitting next to the opened hatch on the tour bus.
    Thanks for all your help , I wisely keep those sarcastic words to myself. As I turn to walk in the direction to the other bus, the one that Gage was not at, the topic of my thoughts approaches me.
    “What are you doing here?” He asks me with hatred and distaste lacing his words.
    “Well, that isn't such a nice greeting Gage. I thought for sure you'd be happy to see me.” I say unflinching, leaving the appearance that he doesn’t affect me on my face.
    “Abagail, the last time we saw each other I made it clear as fucking day that I would be happy if I never saw you again. How in the world did you get the impression that I would be ove r the fucking moon to see you?” I flinch at the words he spits out.
    Yup, that hurt. Deeply . It cuts all the way into my chest, into my lungs, causing my last intake of oxygen to freeze on its way out . Don’t show him how much he affects you . I replace the look of pain that’s most likely shadowing my face with one of an unaffected grin.
    “I’m sorry you feel that way, I was sure you would have heard by now. I’m your new tour manager.” I inform him as I walk away. More like running away in a very slow state.
    Well , there that goes. Wonderful. I guessed he would act a certain way, slightly pissed off was possible. Complete dick wasn't the word I had ready to describe him, yet there he was. He is right, the last time I saw him, many months ago he made it very clear how he felt about me. The thing is he was making a whole hell of a lot of assumptions that morning. I tried to make reasons for why he acted the way he did, maybe he was still slightly inebriated, maybe he didn’t want to stick to the friendly goodbye he claimed we’d do. Nevertheless, I