She didn’t want anyone to use those words to describe how Sawyer felt about her. She couldn’t think about him being enamored or infatuated. She wanted him to be in love with her, but he wasn’t.
“Sawyer made his choice, and we both have to live with it.”
“Well, I never did think he was very smart. This proves it,” Heath said, getting up from his seat. “Anyone who doesn’t fall head over heels for you is an idiot.” His gave her a kiss on the top of the head.
“I’m not trying to give you false hope,” Lana said when Heath stepped off the bus to take a phone call.
“Then don’t tell me about the way he looks at me. He can look at me any way he wants, but he told me clearly that he is not in love with me. That’s the only part that matters to me.”
“I know what he said. I just don’t believe him.”
“Well, my heart doesn’t have the luxury of pretending to know better than he does,” Piper said.
“You need to talk to the crew at lunch today.” Her dad climbed back on the bus. “You’ve got several people out there messing around on the golf carts. They nearly ran me over.”
Piper took a look out the window. “They’re trying to have some fun. The boredom is the worst.”
“Someone is going to get hurt.”
“I’ll have a golf-cart safety lesson at lunch, okay?”
Heath huffed. “I’m dealing with a bunch of children.”
Piper’s phone chimed with a text.
Been thinking about your song all night. Collaborate?
She had made her peace offering by giving Sawyer the song lyrics she’d written. A song was what had brought them together in the first place—maybe a new one would heal the wounds of this breakup and help them find a new normal. Piper needed to find it fast if she was going to make it through this tour without dying of heartbreak. There was also that minor issue of raising a child together. Which would go a lot smoother if they could stand to be in the same room together.
Sawyer’s opinion on the song meant a lot. He hadn’t said if he liked it or not. She sent back a quick reply.
My bus or yours?
* * *
“CAN YOU PICK up after yourself just a little bit? Is this what it would have been like if we had lived together in college?”
Hunter was a complete slob, and it wasn’t like Sawyer had high standards, either.
“What is the big deal?” Hunter didn’t bother to move while Sawyer focused on putting all the garbage in a bag.
“Piper’s coming over to work on a song.”
“Is that a good idea? Shouldn’t you two give each other some space?”
“I want her to come over.”
“You want to torture yourself,” Hunter accused.
Maybe that was true. Sawyer deserved it. He had forced her to call off the wedding because of his behavior and lack of consideration for her feelings.
“We’re working on a song for the baby. I need to do this.”
Hunter didn’t argue. When it came to the baby, he knew to keep his mouth shut. Sawyer’s son was his number one priority from here on out.
There was a knock at the door, and Sawyer ran up front to push it open.
“Come aboard,” he said. “Now remember, this bus isn’t as tricked out as yours.” He snatched a dirty sock off the top of the microwave. “And my roommates are not as clean as Lana.”
“No one is as clean as Lana.”
Hunter sat upright. “I heard rumors that we’re getting lunch today. Any chance I can get the scoop on what we’re eating so I can impress a certain wardrobe director with my inside knowledge?”
“I don’t know, what do I get in return for this favor?”
“Anything you want.”
Piper didn’t even need to think about it. “I want you to teach me how to do an epic drum solo so I can challenge anyone and win.”
Hunter seemed impressed by this request. “You got it. I didn’t realize you were that cool.”
Sawyer threw the dirty sock at him for his backhanded compliment. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell him anything.”
“Come on. I knew she was cool, just not that cool,” Hunter said.
“It’s fine. I am that cool,” Piper said with a wink. “You can tell Darla that I ordered you guys about fifty deep-dish pizzas from Lou’s.”