A few minutes later, the doors opened and people began to surge inside. Here at least, Lyric was in her element. She fielded questions. Took photos. Signed shirts, CDs, iPods, pants and even a few body parts. Although you could have broken a stone on Connor’s face when one particularly beefed-up guy stripped off his shirt and asked Lyric to sign low—very low—on his abdomen.
She complied laughingly and grinned when Connor glared holes in his back.
After an hour, Connor forced water into her hand and waited as she drained it. For a second she leaned against his side, grateful to have a moment’s rest.
“Okay?” he murmured.
“Yeah, thanks.”
She greeted the next fan in line and began all over again. After three hours, she was dead exhausted as the last of the line filtered through.
Kane walked over and stood until the last person finished with Lyric, and then he leaned over. “We’re shutting down the line. The signing is officially done. Police are herding people away. The reporters are still out front. Want to just slip out the back?”
She shook her head. “No, they kept their part of the bargain. I need to keep mine or next time they might not be willing to wait. I can’t imagine what I’ve done lately to merit such attention from the press, but I’m sure it’s juicy whatever it is. Maybe they’re still buzzing over my supposed arrest.”
Connor scowled. “They can kiss my ass.”
She grinned and slipped her hand through his. “Okay, give me fifteen and I’ll be done.”
Leslie caught Lyric’s eye and then nodded toward the entrance. She walked ahead of Lyric so that she could make a brief statement before Lyric spoke.
Kane and Connor flanked her protectively as she stepped to the door. Kane paused when he saw the police barricade and the fact that there were several police officers doing a good job of keeping the crowd under control.
“I’ll go back and get the car,” Kane said as he turned to Lyric. “We’ll be in back. I want to make sure you have a clear avenue to the vehicle from the back entrance.”
She touched his arm. “Thanks, Kane. I appreciate it.”
He smiled. “I know you do. Good luck. Fifteen minutes. Don’t go over.”
She turned back, took a deep breath and braced for the onslaught.
As soon as she stepped from the building, the frenzy began. Even Leslie looked bewildered. She tried valiantly to direct the media attention back to herself, but once they saw Lyric, they were having none of that. She was pushed aside as the reporters surged past the barricades and surrounded Lyric.
At first she had no idea what was being shouted at her. She flinched at the immediate barrage of shouted questions, and as she tentatively moved forward, her hand up to try to calm the volley, some of the questions sank in.
“Lyric, is it true your real name is Carly Winters?”
“Ms. Jones! Tell us about your mother!”
“Lyric, over here! Can you tell us about your stepfather, Danny Higgins?”
She swayed and her knees buckled. Shock rolled through her body, leaving her so shaken she thought she’d faint. Connor swore violently and grabbed at her arm.
“Lyric, can you confirm your stepfather is in prison for your mother’s murder?”
“Can you give us a statement? Is it true you had a sexual relationship with your stepfather and that your mother tried to kill you?”
Lyric gasped and felt the world tilt around her. She stared at Connor in utter disbelief. She stared at the man she’d trusted with everything she was, her past, her present, things she’d never shared with another person. Hurt tore through her with crippling intensity. As the reporters hurled all the details of her past, like little poison darts, she stood, her gaze locked onto Connor as her world crumbled around her.
“That’s enough, goddamn it!” Connor bit out. He grasped her arm to pull her back into the building.
She yanked her arm from Connor’s grasp and turned on him as the world went to hell around them. They were jostled and pushed. She nearly went down under the onslaught. One of the police officers shoved her toward the building.
Pain splintered through her head. She realized one of the cameras hit her in the cheek. An elbow caught her temple and then something hard hit her nose.
She tasted the bitter metallic of blood, but she was numb. From head to toe. She stumbled forward as two officers and Connor lifted and carried her into the music store.
As soon as she broke the entrance, she yanked away from all of them. Connor stood, his eyes glittering, and she flew at him, her fists clenched. She hit him but he didn’t so much as flinch.
“How could you?” she cried hoarsely. She tried to scream it but she honestly couldn’t speak past the knot in her throat. “My God, did you roll immediately out of bed with me after I bared my soul? Was that the phone call this morning? Did you waste any time at all before selling me out?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Each word was agony. Oh God, her chest was going to explode.
Nothing, nothing in her life had ever hurt as much as his betrayal. Not Danny Higgins. Not the death of her mother. Never before had she trusted a living soul with any part of herself. Not until now. Not until Connor.
“How could you?”
“Goddamn it, Lyric!” he exploded. “You can’t think I did this. What the fuck?”
He advanced toward her and she stumbled back so fast to get away from him that she tripped over a chair and went down hard.
“Get him away from me!” she spit out. “Oh God, get him away.”
The last ended in a moan and she huddled into a ball, so devastated, so numb from shock, that she wanted to die. The entire world knew. They knew everything. No more secrets. No more lies. Her shame, her pain, was laid bare for the world to see.
There was a scuffle. Connor’s curses split the air. She scrambled to her feet and then lunged for the back entrance. Connor shouted at her but she ran as hard and as fast as she could. Away from him. Away from her past. Away from the awful reality that awaited her.
She ran straight into Kane. He caught her and she swung violently, connecting with his jaw.
“What the fuck?” he demanded. “Lyric, what the hell?”
She twisted away, intent only on running as far and as fast as she could. Kane hit her with a flying tackle and rolled them to the ground. He wrapped both arms around her and held her immobile as she kicked and raged against him.
When she realized her efforts were futile, she collapsed against him, sobbing great, gasping sobs.
“Shhh,” he said. “Lyric, what the hell is going on? What’s the matter?”
“Get me out of here,” she choked out. “Please, Kane. Just take me away.”
“Where the hell is Connor?”
She went rigid. “He sold me out. Please, please, Kane.”
The last of her fight left her and she simply shattered. Her chest hurt so badly she wondered if something wasn’t broken. She felt broken. So damaged that she’d never recover.
She leaned her head on Kane’s shoulder as sob after sob welled from her throat.
“Son of a bitch,” Kane murmured. He got to his feet and hauled her up into his arms, then made a run for the car. He shoved her inside, climbed in behind her and then ordered the driver to take off.
“Where are we going, Lyric?” he asked. “What do you want to do?”
“Away,” she said brokenly. “Just away from here. Somewhere safe.”
He put a tentative hand on her arm as she lay huddled on the seat. “What the hell happened back there, Lyric?”
She shook her head and closed her eyes as more tears slipped down her cheeks. How could she explain to him that she’d just been destroyed by the only man she’d ever trusted? The only person she’d ever trusted?