FanGirl Squeal (RockStars of Romance Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

restaurant or threw her bra on stage with her number and email address
written on it. Real schoolteachers and nurses, not the ones who just wore the costume,
didn’t send him nude pictures on Twitter and Instagram. What he had access to
in abundance were actresses, pop stars, models, and the types of women that his
mother forbade him to date.
    Where the hell was he going to find a nice normal girl? The
bank? The supermarket? He hadn’t stepped foot in those types of places in
years. The last time he’d went to Target to pick up a couple pairs of boxers,
chaos ensued and at least four continents found out that he wore Hanes boxer
briefs, size XL.
    The glass balcony door slid open a bit and his sixteen-year-old
sister slipped onto the balcony. Brittany, with her frizzy red curls and green
eyes, looked nothing like him, but she was his everything.
    Nine years ago, when he stepped out of his cab in front of
one of the only places in L.A. he could afford to live, armed with a guitar and
a dream, Brittany was the first person he met. She was a feisty seven-year-old
homeless kid who walked up and down the sidewalk smiling at strangers and
asking for their loose change. She was often without her mother for hours once
the woman gave Brittany clear instructions to sit in front of the corner store
and not to move.
    Brittany liked Cash’s name and his guitar. He scored a job
at a sandwich shop close to the apartment and would bring her a sandwich or two
every day. They’d sit outside on his stoop; she’d eat while he worked on new
songs. She never asked him for money, but he tried to give her some anyway. She
made him keep it in a shoebox in his apartment so her mother wouldn’t take it
from her.
    They saw each other every day then Brittany disappeared for
a full week. Cash was worried sick about the little girl. Two weeks then three
weeks passed and still no Brittany.
    On her eighth birthday, six weeks after she had disappeared,
she showed up at his door. Her mother had OD’d on bad meth and Brittany had
been taken in by the Department of Family Services. They put her in an
emergency foster home. Her foster dad had touched her “girl place” so she’d
kicked him in the balls and ran out of the house. Somehow, she remembered how
to get to Cash’s place…the only place in the world where she truly felt safe.
    Brittany stayed with Cash for a month before anyone from
social services came looking for her. The caseworker was too overworked to put
up much of a fuss. She filed the paperwork and Cash became Brittany’s foster
parent. A year later, he adopted her. Brittany never felt like anything more
than his little sister so it felt strange when people referred to him as her
adoptive parent. He preferred guardian. She preferred guardian angel.
     “Hey Cash.” Brittany leaned over and gave Cash a one-armed
hug. “You okay?”
    Slowly, Cash shook his head. “Haven’t heard from Vic since
last night.”
    “Geez,” Brittany sighed. “That sucks. She really hooked up with
that actor, huh?”
    “She said it only happened once.”
    “She’s an idiot. You should ask for the ring back and tell
her to get her stuff out of our apartment. I’ll tell her if you don’t want to.”
    Cash’s infamous half-smirk, half smile graced his face as he
playfully mussed Brittany’s wild curls. She was just as protective of him as he
was of her. That felt good. Having someone else looking out for him was
something that he desperately needed. Sometimes his mom just didn’t cut it.
    He’d never say anything bad about his mother. She was a hard
working single mom who tried her best. She’d taken on the role of his manager
just as soon as the ink was dry on his contract. She moved to Los Angeles,
enrolled in an online college program for business management, and totally
immersed herself in his business affairs. She was already fully immersed in his
personal affairs.
    Sometimes, it was too much because the lines often blurred
between manager