he’s hiding out. The man is ashamed, upset, lost; I don’t think he would sacrifice himself if there is even the slightest chance that Maisy might come back to him. Maisy was his high, and no matter what happens, he will always chase that high. I think you need to look some more. As for Grey, he’s not going to listen to Landon right now. I think he needs some Cruz tough love.”
Cruz nodded his head and smiled. “I love handing out tough love; it’s one of my favorite things.”
“Yes, we know,” Landon added, sarcastically. “Do you want me to go look for Rook in his old neighborhood, maybe ask some of his old neighbors if they’ve seen him? I honestly wouldn’t know where else he would go. I talked to Pete and he said Rook hasn’t used his credit cards in months.”
“How would Pete know that?” Cruz asked.
“After the first almost overdose with Rook, when we started our first tour, Pete was signed on as a partial conservator for Rook, to keep him in check and accountable. I asked Pete to check Rook’s bank information and nothing is gone. He hasn’t touched it since the tour. His bike is still parked at the label’s house, meaning he didn’t drive off anywhere.”
“See,” Quinn chimed in. “He has to be somewhere close; we’re just not looking hard enough.”
“What are we supposed to do? Knock on every drug addict’s door and ask if they’ve seen Rook? That seems like a terrible idea,” Cruz said.
“Don’t worry about Rook. I’ll take care of him. You take care of Grey.”
Eying Landon suspiciously, Cruz said, “Why does it seem like I’m doing your dirty work for you?”
“Because you are,” Landon laughed, while looking around. “Damn, you’re an awful host. Is there something to drink around here? I mean, your place is great and all, but a little refreshment would be nice.”
Cruz leaned back and said, “The fridge is not going to walk to you, bud. Might as well get up and get us all drinks.”
“You’re an ass,” Landon said, as he shook his head and got up off the couch.
“Works every time,” Cruz joked to Quinn, as he crossed his hands and placed them behind his head.
Trying to get Grey to talk to him was going to be a challenge, but he was pretty sure he could manage it. If Grey didn’t want to talk, then Cruz would just use his best tactic, being annoying. There was only so much one could take, and with the knowledge that Mama Cross was on board any plan that would get her sons back together, Cruz was confident in his future efforts.
**Grey**
Why Grey continued to read Landon’s diary over and over again was beyond him, besides the fact that he found it completely fascinating that his brother could write such prolific things about a girl he was never actually with.
The passion and need in Landon’s writing was almost heartbreaking to Grey, to know that his brother had such strong feelings for a girl that was in Grey’s life was almost too much to handle, especially since all Grey wanted to do was hate his brother.
“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Grey’s mom called up the stairs.
Who the hell was coming to visit him? If it was Landon, Grey was about to pull the most asinine and childlike hissy fit anyone had ever seen. Reluctantly, Grey got off his bed and headed downstairs, just hoping that it was anyone but Landon.
When he hit the bottom of the stairs, he swore to himself when he saw the snarky grin of Cruz Romero staring back at him. Scratch that, he would probably rather speak to Landon, because he knew by the look on Cruz’s face that he was about to give Grey one hell of a time.
“Hey, baby cakes, I’ve missed you,” he said with that stupid grin.
“What do you want?” Grey practically hissed, while he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Grey, don’t you talk to our guest like that,” his mom chastised him.
“Yeah, I’m a guest,” Cruz said, as he nuzzled up next to Cruz’s mom, who
Cruz nodded his head and smiled. “I love handing out tough love; it’s one of my favorite things.”
“Yes, we know,” Landon added, sarcastically. “Do you want me to go look for Rook in his old neighborhood, maybe ask some of his old neighbors if they’ve seen him? I honestly wouldn’t know where else he would go. I talked to Pete and he said Rook hasn’t used his credit cards in months.”
“How would Pete know that?” Cruz asked.
“After the first almost overdose with Rook, when we started our first tour, Pete was signed on as a partial conservator for Rook, to keep him in check and accountable. I asked Pete to check Rook’s bank information and nothing is gone. He hasn’t touched it since the tour. His bike is still parked at the label’s house, meaning he didn’t drive off anywhere.”
“See,” Quinn chimed in. “He has to be somewhere close; we’re just not looking hard enough.”
“What are we supposed to do? Knock on every drug addict’s door and ask if they’ve seen Rook? That seems like a terrible idea,” Cruz said.
“Don’t worry about Rook. I’ll take care of him. You take care of Grey.”
Eying Landon suspiciously, Cruz said, “Why does it seem like I’m doing your dirty work for you?”
“Because you are,” Landon laughed, while looking around. “Damn, you’re an awful host. Is there something to drink around here? I mean, your place is great and all, but a little refreshment would be nice.”
Cruz leaned back and said, “The fridge is not going to walk to you, bud. Might as well get up and get us all drinks.”
“You’re an ass,” Landon said, as he shook his head and got up off the couch.
“Works every time,” Cruz joked to Quinn, as he crossed his hands and placed them behind his head.
Trying to get Grey to talk to him was going to be a challenge, but he was pretty sure he could manage it. If Grey didn’t want to talk, then Cruz would just use his best tactic, being annoying. There was only so much one could take, and with the knowledge that Mama Cross was on board any plan that would get her sons back together, Cruz was confident in his future efforts.
**Grey**
Why Grey continued to read Landon’s diary over and over again was beyond him, besides the fact that he found it completely fascinating that his brother could write such prolific things about a girl he was never actually with.
The passion and need in Landon’s writing was almost heartbreaking to Grey, to know that his brother had such strong feelings for a girl that was in Grey’s life was almost too much to handle, especially since all Grey wanted to do was hate his brother.
“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Grey’s mom called up the stairs.
Who the hell was coming to visit him? If it was Landon, Grey was about to pull the most asinine and childlike hissy fit anyone had ever seen. Reluctantly, Grey got off his bed and headed downstairs, just hoping that it was anyone but Landon.
When he hit the bottom of the stairs, he swore to himself when he saw the snarky grin of Cruz Romero staring back at him. Scratch that, he would probably rather speak to Landon, because he knew by the look on Cruz’s face that he was about to give Grey one hell of a time.
“Hey, baby cakes, I’ve missed you,” he said with that stupid grin.
“What do you want?” Grey practically hissed, while he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Grey, don’t you talk to our guest like that,” his mom chastised him.
“Yeah, I’m a guest,” Cruz said, as he nuzzled up next to Cruz’s mom, who
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