The Man You Need (Love on Tour #4) by Kay Harris Read Free Book Online Page A

gone. I just broke up with the most recent one. I guess I have to find a place to live when I get back.”
    “Back to L.A.?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t really ‘live’ anywhere. I’m always on the road. But L.A. was where I was between gigs, for a while anyway. I spend a lot of time in Detroit when I’m not touring, too.”
    “Is that where your family is?”
    He nodded. “Getting back to you, Princess. As I was saying, you could probably have your pick of guys, and you go for these players.”
    “I like rockers.”
    “Really? That’s like a thing for you?”
    “Yep. Since I was a teenager.”
    “Very interesting.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Well, I would have to make the leap that it has something to do with your brother.”
    I scrunched up my nose. “My brother is not in that category.”
    He looked at me with surprise. “Your brother is in fact a rock star – a very, very popular rock star.”
    “Yeah, but he’s nothing like them.”
    “True.”
    “I like the real thing, you know? Crazy parties, wild nights, busted up hotel rooms. All that.”
    “And you enjoy that lifestyle?”
    I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never actually been successful in getting one to hook up with me.”
    Now he was really shocked. “Wait. What? I figured you were old hat at this, the way you’ve been throwing yourself at every musician you can find.”
    “Hey, it’s only been two.”
    “Stacey, we’re only on our third stop.”
    “Whatever, why are we even talking about this?” I sipped my drink. “Tell me about your family.”
    “I have grandparents. They’re very sweet. They own a bakery. So, why is it you’ve been into rockers since you were a teenager, but you never dated one?”
    “Sean.”
    “Right. I guess that’s obvious.”
    “Yeah, if I could find one who didn’t know who he is, I’d be all set.”
    “Good luck with that.”
    “Exactly. So, just the grandparents? No parents or siblings?”
    “Nope. They raised me. No aunts or uncles, either. So, is it because Sean was always hanging out with musicians when you were growing up? You’re like four years younger than him, right?”
    “Yeah, I suppose it is. I was just hitting puberty and all these men were suddenly in my basement playing guitars all the time. I ended up with a crush on all of them at one point. In that basement, I was invisible. I got to sit there and watch everything. And they treated me like I belonged there, the silent girl in the corner. The only time you’d even know I was there would be if one of them started talking about sex or drugs and Sean would tell them to watch their mouth around me. But I saw how they treated other girls. I wanted to be treated like that, too. But I was just Sean’s little sister.”
    It was hard to believe that I was actually sitting here telling this to someone I barely knew. I’d been so painfully shy as a child. Most people who knew me now would be shocked by such an admission. But it was true. I spoke even less than Sean back then. It wasn’t until my mom enrolled me in acting classes when I was in middle school that things started to change for me. I found that when I was on stage, pretending to be someone else, the natural shyness in me faded away. And then at some point acting become much more than a hobby that got me to talk. It had become a lifeline.
    “Hmmm,” Jack said, watching me.
    “Then one day, Hank showed up. Sean brought him home to Michigan for Christmas. He was between rehab stints, and he was a huge mess. I fell hard for Hank. He was really the start of the whole obsession. So I guess to answer your question, it really is Sean’s fault.”
    “Still got a thing for Hank?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.
    “Hell no. First of all Hank hasn’t been a hot mess in over a decade. Secondly, even when he was, he wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole. Now he’s married and I’m not that kind of girl.”
    “You don’t go for married guys, just ones that are