A few moments after Trip and I take a seat next to Max, Officer King comes through a door located in the back office. Next to the other officers in the room, I notice just how much younger he is.

King removes his hat and tucks it under his left arm while he holds some paper and a pen in the other. “I’m sorry to keep you. That Cruze guy is a piece of work. A demanding man, isn’t he?”

Max chuckles next to me. “He’s the biggest asshole I know.”

“I won’t say the biggest, but he’s in the running.” The cop sits down next to Trip and lays his hat on the empty chair beside him. “I know this is unprofessional, but I’m a huge fan and I wondered if I could get your autograph.”

My brow furrows and I press my lips into a tight line as I wait for Trip’s reaction. What in the hell is this guy talking about?

Trip pauses for a long moment, and then he removes his arms from my shoulders and reaches for the paper and pen. “Who do I make it out to?”

My mouth drops open and I stare at this complete stranger right next to me.

TRIP

Fuck. This is not how I wanted Holly to find out about me.

“Make it out to Ben, please,” Officer King says as I click the pen.

I scroll my autograph onto the blank piece of paper while I feel Holly’s glare burning into me. She looks over my shoulder and reads the words I wrote:

Ben—

Thanks for rocking with Black Falcon!

Best,

Trip Douglas

I hand him back the paper and pen and rake my fingers through my hair. He smiles as he reads what I wrote. “Hell yeah. I’m framing this shit.”

I throw up a metal horn and tell him, “Rock on, brother.”

He quickly stands and slaps his hat back on his head. “I’ll try to get them to hold Mr. Cruze as long as I can, but in all likelihood it won’t be that long. If you can Mr. Douglas, I would keep your distance from him. Celebrity or not, your criminal record in this case isn’t good. A judge will likely side with him since this would be your second offense in a domestic violence case.”

Damn that Jessica. Will this shit continue to haunt my ass for the rest of my life? Cheating slut caused me to have a permanent blemish with the law.

I reach out and shake Officer King’s hand. “Thanks, man. I appreciate the heads up.”

“No worries. Call me up here at the station if you need anything else.”

“Will do.”

As the cop leaves us alone, I sigh, knowing it’s time to face the firing squad. I turn towards Holly. Both she and Max stare at me like I grew a third eye. “I can explain.”

“Work for Black Falcon, huh?” Holly asks with heavy sarcasm in her voice.

I swallow. “I know you’re pissed. I should’ve told you before, but I had my reasons.”

Max throws up his hands. “Wait. So you’re in the band, Black Falcon?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’m the drummer.”

“Fucking rad. Holly, didn’t you know?” Max asks, surprised by my identity.

Holly’s eyes widen. “You’re Mr. Snare?”

I try to take her hand, but she pulls away from my touch. “I was going to tell you.”

Her eyes search my face. “What else don’t I know about you?”

“Nothing,” I tell her firmly. “That’s the only thing I’ve been keeping from you. I swear.”

She drops her head and closes her eyes while Max and I sit quietly either side of her. “I need to get out of here.”

“Come on. I’ll take you home,” I tell her.

“No,” she snaps. “I’m not ready to talk to you right now. Max”—Holly turns towards him—“will you take me?”

“Of course,” he answers automatically, before glancing over to me with an apologetic frown.

I open my mouth to protest, but quickly close it. I’m not ready for her to make the wrong assumptions about why I kept something so important about myself from her. I need her to know that I do care about her, despite my dumbass decision for not telling her sooner. Being rejected by her is something I don’t think I can face.

Holly stands up next to me and I reach out and grab her hand and close my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t do this right now, Trip.” She pulls away from my grasp and my chest tightens as I open my eyes and watch her walk away.

The thought of never holding her in my arms again leaves me feeling cold and empty inside—a shell of the man without her. I’m tired of this empty feeling lingering inside me. The times I’ve spent with her the last few weeks have been some of the best I’ve had in a long time and that means something to me—she means something to me.

Right then, sitting in that sterile police station the realization hits me. I love her. It’s not just the infatuation or great sex talking. I love her for her. I can’t let this be the end. I know we’re meant to be together. It’s time I make her see that we’re perfect for one another.

I jump up from the seat to chase after her, but I’m too late. All I see are Max’s taillights driving away.

I need to bare my soul to this girl, and pray that she forgives me for lying to her and accepts me for what I am.

Chapter 15

It Is What It Is

HOLLY

I prop my leg up on Max’s seat and rest my elbow on my knee as he drives me home. What the hell is happening? Is nothing in my life the way I thought? Jackson is a fucking wacko, Trip isn’t who I thought he was, and does my dad have an incurable disease he’s been hiding from me?




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