Worlds Apart

Chapter Twenty

“What a waster,” he observed, “What a fucking waster.”

Figuring he deserved the guitar case to slam into his gut, I settled for the next best thing and jabbed him with elbow hard enough to so his arm dropped. “You can’t even try to use that song against me,” I informed him, almost repeating the words that Cam had said to me a lifetime ago as I took a better on my luggage.

Although he gave a cough and pressed a hand where my vicious bony elbow had gotten him, Logan still asked, “What, why?”

“That was the song I played to get into Red Riot,” I replied casually.

“You never told me that.”

At Cam’s almost insulted words, I turned my head to look at him this time, noticing the line that had bridged between his brows again. And all I could do was give a shrug and reply, “You never asked.”

That had him shutting his mouth, and it firmed into a thoughtful line without his gaze as much as flickering. Not one to back off from such a thing, I only arched an eyebrow at him before moving onwards. In that silence where Logan had drifted off, searching through one of his bags, Graham just caught up as we reached a set of doors.

Rob was paused beside them, causing me to frown in confusion.

However I didn’t get the chance to ask why he was waited there until something was pressed onto my face from the side.

Making quite the face while I cringed and jolted away, I caught sight of the sunglasses that Logan was trying to put on me by surprise. “What the hell?” I asked, smacking him in the chest in attempt to put some distance.

I should have guessed that it would be pointless.

“Trust me,” he said, placing the sunglasses carefully on me, “You’re going to need them.”

“It’s two in the fucking morning,” I muttered moodily.

Instead of trying to press his point further, Logan just sent me that classic shit eating grin that he and his brother always wore so fashionably. Apparently he figured his words would be plenty for convincing, because he just lengthened his stride, tugging his own luggage behind him, in order to reach Rob.

The moment he had his back turned, I reached up, readying to yank them off my face. The windows were pitch black all around us, proving not only the time of day – or night – but the actual need for sunglasses.

Before I could even make contact I was once again stopped.

This time it was by the other brother, though he did it in a much smoother fashion. Halted beside me, Cam reached out, tangling his fingers through mine before I could yank them off and pulling our hands down between us.

“I don’t want to look like a gross eighties rock star,” I complained, glancing at him from behind the dark glasses. “I’m already a rock cliché; I don’t need to look like one too.”

“You’re going to need them,” said Cam firmly, reiterated his brother’s words.

Behind the glasses I rolled my eyes, not that it did any good to get my mood across since I figured Cam already had that down pact. The corners of his mouth twitching told me that without any words. “It can’t possibly be that bad out there; our flight was delayed six hours. There won’t be that many paps.”

“You’d be surprised, darling,” he informed me, giving my hand a tight squeeze.

Glaring at him, I just squeezed back even harder. It gave me that satisfaction of watching surprise flicker across his face before a slight grimace. He still didn’t let go of my hand, though, even with all the incentive I was giving him. Not yet, at least.