Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

else is great. It’s the dream job with one teeny-tiny flaw. Everything has one drawback. In this job it’s him.”
    What I didn’t tell my sister was that dealing with him was so much more than a drawback. It was a constant source of anxiety for me and I wasn’t certain I would be able to withstand it for the rest of the tour. My stupid heart wanted something different than the reality, which meant it hurt like hell to have him dislike me the way he did.

 
    “H ow come you didn’t get us set up for tonight at the Fifties Burger Bar? We love that place.”
    I shrugged and avoided looking Flynn in the eye. “Didn’t think of it,” I lied.
    “We’ve gone there every time we’ve been in town for almost a decade. Even high as a kite you never once forgot. It’s your favorite burger place,” he pointed out.
    “Slipped my mind,” I said dismissively. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but we were in the back of a car together heading to pick up some lingerie for Tessa, so it wasn’t like I could walk off. I was tagging along purely because I didn’t want to hang around the hotel in case I ran into anyone, specifically Daisy Hammond. If I’d known he was going to get up my ass, I’d have taken refuge in my room.
    “Kind of like how the create your own pizza place slipped your mind last week?”
    It was right about then that I regretted getting into the car with him. I thought I’d been escaping Daisy. Boy was I fucking wrong.
    “Yeah,” I said defensively, “like that. I’ve got shit on my mind.”
    “Enlighten me,” he said as he turned in his seat, putting his full attention on me. “What’s on your mind that suddenly means things we’ve always done are slipping through it like a sieve?”
    “Business,” I said firmly. “This record company stuff is no joke.”
    “Didn’t say it was. I just find it interesting how suddenly you’re Mr. Forgetful.”
    “Yeah, well—”
    “What’s even more interesting,” he continued without letting me finish, “is how I know for a fact you had already booked both things months ago. You didn’t forget, you straight up canceled them but paid for the full nights. We should stop at a lamp store because you’re being shady as fuck.”
    I gritted my teeth and tried to bite back my anger at our manager’s assistant. I’d specifically instructed her not to tell anyone I was canceling.
    “Dude—”
    “Don’t dude me, Ty. I’m far from fucking stupid, and I know something is up. You’re a goddamn recluse lately, and it isn’t sitting well. Be straight with me—do we need to get your old sober coach out here? We’re here for you, whatever it takes. There’s no shame in needing help, man.”
    “I’m not on drugs,” I said firmly. “I haven’t touched that shit in years, and I don’t plan to ever again.”
    “If it’s not drugs, then what is it?”
    I closed my eyes, dropped my head back onto the rest, and wished I could erect a privacy screen between us so I could ignore him. I made a mental note to find someone to make one for me. It was definitely a million-dollar idea. The silence stretched and even with my eyes closed, I could feel him staring at me expectantly.
    “It’s stupid, not even worth talking about,” I said.
    He exhaled a sound of annoyance. “You’re acting weird so fuck yeah it’s worth talking about. What the hell is going on?”
    I kept my eyes shut and didn’t look at him. “When I said it wasn’t worth talking about, it was code for I don’t want to talk about it .”
    “Too fuckin’ bad,” he retorted.
    “That’s funny. When you were on the outs with Tessa and having problems, you didn’t want to talk, and you wouldn’t budge. Are you the only one allowed to have privacy these days?”
    “Tyson.”
    Just my name, nothing more, but in those two syllables, I knew he was getting pissed.
    Opening my eyes, I looked over at him. “What?”
    “You got a girlfriend I don’t know about?”
    “ Fuck no