Read Online Random on Tour: Los Angeles (Random Series #7) by Julia Kent - Free Book Online

except Joe and Trevor and Liam. It was like another world. This was a home . Where I lived with my dad and Johnny?
    That was just a warehouse for fleshbags.
    “I don’t know,” I said. And it was true. I didn’t. No answer came out. Just the cloud of confetti.
    Her eyes narrowed. “You say that a lot.”
    “There’s a lot of stuff I don’t know.”
    She went to open her mouth and ask another question. Normally, I walk away from people when they do this. The questions felt like bullets. But this time, I asked one.
    “Why’s your hair half purple?”
    She reached up and touched it like she was suddenly remembering it was there. “Oh, this?” One corner of her mouth tipped up. “I was just...” Something in her smile faded. “I was just upset.”
    “You dye your hair when you’re upset?”
    She shrugged. “Sure. Beats getting high or cutting myself.”
    My eyebrows shot up. Man, she just jumped the shark, huh? “You do that shit?”
    She shook her head then looked at me, steadily, eyes rolling. “No. That’s the point. I dye my hair instead of doing that shit. Weren’t you listening?”
    “It’s hard to figure out which of the thousands of words that come out of your mouth I’m supposed to pay attention to.”
    She gave me a hard look.
    “All of them, Frown. All of them.”
    I could taste her heartbeat in my throat.
    “Fine. Look, you got a bathroom? And a dryer?”
    “What?” The hand holding the plate of cookies started to shake.
    I gestured at my body. “I need to dry my clothes. I need a quick shower. And a first aid kit. If we’re leaving now, I need to—”
    “Hold on!” she protested. “Leaving now ?”
    My eyes searched the room for a clock. Found one. “Yeah. It’s about a twenty-nine hour drive, and that’s with a good pace. Gotta be there by Monday for the Tuesday show, and that’s cutting it fucking close. So...”
    She looked me up and down, then looked upstairs. “Yeah. Um, the shower’s up there. Towels are in the linen closet.”
    Linen closet. We didn’t have a linen closet in my apartment. A closet for nothing but towels and sheets? These people might as well be Martha Stewart. 
    “Okay.” I walked past her and got halfway up the white carpeted stairs. “I’ll leave my clothes in the hall. Can you, uh...put them in the dryer?”
    She let out a long sigh.
    “Sure.”

Chapter Four
    Maggie
    He walked up the stairs and I waited, willing my brain to stop thinking about the fact that he was about to be naked in my parents’ shower.
    The past fifteen minutes had just upended my life. Again.  
    Charlotte had insisted I needed to do this. That the band’s big break would be ruined if Tyler wasn’t there. She had begged and pleaded, but ended the call with words that haunted me:
    “Maybe this is just what you need.”
    What? I need to spend two days driving to the west coast to rescue some asshole who didn’t have the decency to turn me down gently when I threw myself at him?
    No.
    And yet...she’d begged. If Tyler couldn’t make it to L.A., the band was screwed. Their tour would disintegrate and it was like that old kid’s story.
    For want of a shoe, the kingdom was lost.
    Except in this case, for want of a Frown, the rock stars were fucked.
    The bathroom door opened, and I heard a weird, muted thunking sound. Those must be his wet clothes. The shower went on, and I trudged up the stairs slowly on legs made of concrete. A small, tidy pile of—oddly enough—folded, wet clothes were there. T-shirt. Jeans. Socks.
    And...hmmm. No underwear.
    He must go commando.
    A furious blush hit my body like a heat wave, like being in an overly air-conditioned theater in August and walking outside into ninety-four degree weather. My eyes darted to the door, my ears catching the sound of the shower curtain sliding on the pole.
    I ran down the stairs and threw his pile of clothes in the dryer.
    Kathunk. Kathunk. Kathunk.
    The rhythm of the machine soothed me.
    I didn’t want to