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"I don't know. You go on tour too, but I'm used to that."
He nods. "Who would you call if you needed someone?"
"You." I look up at him. "Who would you call?"
"You."
"Really?"
"I did promise." He runs his fingers through my hair. He leans closer. Close enough to kiss me. But he doesn't. He pulls back. "I'm starving. You want to order delivery? We can get pho."
I'd much rather spend the next few hours doing something else, but I am hungry. I try to keep up my smile. "I like things besides pho."
"You want something else, name it."
I want you. "Pho is good."
"I'll send someone to get it." He looks around the stage. "Give me ten minutes."
I nod then watch him make his way to one of the roadies.
Kit isn't exactly a nice guy, but he is someone I could rely on. Not just emotionally but practically. Financially even.
Not now. But if I lived with him and he wanted to pay more than half the rent.
If he was my boyfriend.
My fiance.
My husband.
I'm way too young to even think about marriage, but one day...
I want to be able to trust someone that much one day.
I want to love someone that much one day.
I want to rely on someone for anything one day.
And I want that someone to be Kit.
Chapter 12
Kit
Between Violet riding with us and Mal being more controlling than usual, the first few weeks of the tour are a headache. I'm happy for Ethan and Violet when they finally get back together officially, but I'm more happy for Piper. She's getting her surrogate big sister back.
She needs that.
And I need her happy.
The rest of the tour is different. Piper and I text all day and talk all night. My nights alone in my hotel room aren't lonely anymore. I don't miss the company of my bandmates. When I'm talking to her, I don't miss anything about partying—not drinking, or drugs, or casual sex, or laughing with my friends.
This is exactly where I want to be.
Our late night conversations are intimate. She tells me about her plan to start auditioning this summer. I tell her about all sorts of ugly shit that happened in the past. The way she listens without judgment really makes me believe that shit belongs in the past.
That somebody will love me one day.
