“I’m so sorry! I can’t even believe I did that, after what happened with Sparrow! I didn’t think you’d go down!” Roxie cried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Sierra said with a smirk. “Gonna start calling you Brooke.”
Roxie clamped her hand over her mouth and started laughing hysterically.
Sierra pulled her down and hit her over the head with a pillow. “Quit being so bitchy! Go get laid by my hot rock star brother. He wants you bad.” As soon as she said it, she shuddered and mumbled under her breath, “Things I never thought I’d say…”
Roxie stopped laughing. “What did he say?”
“He wants to get in your skin and know what makes your angry heart tick,” Sierra quoted. “If that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is.”
“This is so weird,” Roxie snapped back.
“Go get laid and get it over with!” Sierra repeated, louder.
“Shush! Someone might hear you.”
“I thought everyone was gone,” Sierra whispered.
“They are, but … someone could have heard … outside.”
Sierra rolled her eyes. “Oh lord.”
“Seriously, what am I gonna do?”
They sat up and leaned their backs against the couch.
“I’ve never seen him like this, Roxie. He’s never fought for anyone.”
Roxie’s forehead crunched into a tiny V.
“He’s made a lot of changes, especially the last year, and … I think you can trust him.”
“I don’t know if he’s changed or not. I do know that I should have never risked coming on this tour. It was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I have to just keep my space. Do my job, get paid, and that’s it. No more, no less.”
Sierra looked at Roxie. “He’s one of the good ones, Rox. He really is.” She looked like she was going to say more but stopped.
“What?” Roxie pressed.
“You have the potential to hurt him, really hurt him. That, in itself, is a huge shift.”
“No more than he’s already hurt me, I guarantee that,” Roxie whispered.
“What do you mean?” Sierra leaned up and faced Roxie. “What has he done?”
“I—forget I said that. I’m just frustrated by this day. I need to get ready for tonight.”
“Okay, but tell me if I need to go beat him up.” She lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “I can totally take him.”
“I’m sure you can.” Roxie got up and put the pillows back on the couch.
“All right, well, don’t hide for much longer. You’ll appear guilty.” And with that, Sierra made her way to her bus. “And watch your back. I owe you a good tackle.”
“You totally do, but please, don’t you dare!” Roxie laughed. “I have to protect my bones for the next year at least.”
“I can’t hear you!” Sierra yelled as she shut the door.
Sparrow texted a few minutes later.
Sparrow: You’ve been withholding, girl! Spill!
Roxie: I’m too busy hiding. Sorry I haven’t been over today. It’s been … eventful.
Sparrow: You’re only safe from me because Ian’s hovering worse than a new mother. And when he can’t, Bodyguard Will is.
Roxie: I’ve noticed a lot of guards too! Have they always been around?
Sparrow: Will hasn’t. If it doesn’t work out with Beck, you need to have a look at Will. :) But from what I saw of you and Beck kissing, I’m thinking it will ALL work out. And then some. DANG, girl!
Roxie put her head in her hands and groaned.
By the time the show was over that night, pictures of Beckham and Roxie looking like they were ready to rip each other’s clothes off onstage, along with the pictures of them kissing, were all over the news and Internet. Chloe left six messages. Her parents and brother called at different times throughout the day, wanting to know why she hadn’t told them about her relationship. She was mortified and scared. Terrified would better describe it … her resistance to Beckham was barely hanging by a thread.
Roxie spent the next day hiding with Sparrow. Ian kept bringing them food, so they wouldn’t have to leave the bus, except during the show. She dreaded going back on her bus that night, but sucked it up. The next couple of days they made the long drive to St. Paul. They hadn’t been there long when Beckham knocked on the door to see if she would come play in the snow. He looked so adorable standing out there, cheeks rosy from the cold, and his eyes bright and beseeching. Roxie said no and then felt horrible when she saw the flicker of hurt on his face. Guilt spread through her body like a weed.
He walked away, and Brooke moved past her and threw a snowball at him. Roxie stepped away so she couldn’t hear their laughter mocking her. Jealousy quickly replaced all guilt.
A few hours before the show that night, he came to the door again. Vanessa let him in.
He gave everyone a quick wave and looked at Roxie.
“I need to talk to you,” he said.
Roxie looked around. All eyes were on them. “Okay.”
“Alone. Can we go in the back? Or would you come over to mine?”
“I’ll come with you,” she said quietly.
They didn’t speak as they walked to his bus.
“Have a seat,” he said formally.
“I can’t stay long.” She kept standing.
“Have you noticed your bodyguard, Johnny?” he asked. “And Al? Although you probably don’t see Al most of the time.”
“My bodyguard? I thought they were for everyone. They’re both kinda hard to miss.”
“I should’ve let you know I was doing that. With those pictures getting out—just can’t be too careful.” He looked away. “Roxie, I’m going crazy here. Please…” He rubbed the stubble on his chin and then put his hand on her arm. “We have these moments when I think we’re getting somewhere, and then … you pull back, say it can’t happen, avoid me … but the way you look at me is a completely different story.”
She didn’t say anything, just noticed the way his eyelashes curled up at the ends. Leo’s did the same thing. She was envious of those lashes.
“I’ve had dreams about you with really short hair,” he said so quietly she barely heard him.
She jumped when he ran his fingers softly down her neck.
“I’ve had dreams about kissing this neck.” His eyes looked like stormy waters. “I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. Tell me. Tell me what’s real, Roxie.”
She swallowed hard.
“I’ve tried to forget,” she whispered.
He put his hand on her cheek and whispered, “If you won’t help me remember, will you at least let me help you forget?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? I’m not really that bad, am I?”
She wouldn’t look at him, even though he tried to make her by lifting her chin.
“Roxie,” he said softly.
When he said her name with such conviction, it broke something inside of her. She ached to believe in him. She wanted more than anything to know that what Sierra had said about him was true, and that she could put aside her responsible, analytical self for a moment and just feel. She caved and finally looked at him, and her heart plummeted even further.
Without overthinking it, she kissed him. He sucked in a sharp breath and kissed her back with the same fury. She held onto his hair and walked into him until the back of his calves hit the couch. She nudged him and he sat down, pulling her with him. Her thighs wound around him as tight as they could go, straddling him, and still he pulled her tighter and groaned into her mouth.
The door banged shut and Sierra said, “Ahh, sorry!”
Roxie jumped off of Beckham, turning bright red. She couldn’t look at either one of them. Beckham took her hand and stood up beside her.
“Great timing,” he muttered with a scowl.
Sierra laughed. “I’m really sorry.” She looked at Roxie and lifted her eyebrows. “I’m glad you listened to me.”