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Damn. I hadn’t gotten naked with Zach. Instead, I’d bared my soul. And right now, I wasn’t sure which was worse. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, to get out of this hole I’d dug for myself, but Zach didn’t give me the chance.
“After you passed out last night, I did some homework.” He raised that damn eyebrow again. I decided there and then that I hated his eyebrow. It was too expressive, like it had a life of its own.
I watched him warily as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “See, I’ve been in lockdown mode producing tracks for the Blues Kings and haven’t paid much attention to what the fuck is trending on Twitter. Which, by the way, is you and Boyd.”
I looked away and swore under my breath.
“I read about your fight with Harmony and your little vacation in the Catskills with Appleton. I read about your hookup in the city and his one million dollar weekend here with you.”
“We didn’t hook up in the city,” I snapped.
“But you wanted to.”
“I…no…” I shook my head.
“Liar,” Zach said softly, inching forward. “The fucking zigs and zags between you two at dinner last night was enough to make me pull my hair out, and you know how much I love my hair. I’d question your taste and all, but it seems to be a moot point. So why are you fighting it?”
“How do you do that?” I asked after a few moments.
“Do what?”
“Cut through all the bullshit.”
Zach shrugged. “It’s my superpower.”
I fiddled with my hair and yanked on the knot until it was loose. “Nothing is right in my world. Harmony hates me. Lyric is AWOL. Boyd pushes more buttons that I can handle, and I’m pissed about that. Pissed that he’s made me take a second look at myself. Pissed that I don’t not want him to die a horrible sad death. Pissed that he’s made me dig deep into things I don’t want to think about.”
“What things?” Zach probed gently.
“My dad. Music.”
“Yeah? Music?”
“I play, you know.”
“Do you now.”
I nodded. “And I’m a damn good singer.”
“Huh.”
“I even write songs.”
“Kind of goes hand in hand with playing and singing.”
Something about his attitude got to me, and a spark of anger lit a fire. “You don’t sound surprised.”
“I’m not.”
Great.
“New Orleans?” I asked.
He nodded and grinned. “What can I say? It was an enlightening evening.”
“Oh God,” I groaned. “What else did I share?”
He slipped an arm around me and gave me a big hug. “That pretty much covers it.”
