Brooklyn & Beale, page 26
Reid stood motionless as the realization sunk in that Memphis was no longer home. Sure, he loved it. Loved the vibe and the people, but it wasn’t home. Not anymore. Not for a long time. When his phone rang, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Darting from the bathroom, he grabbed it off the nightstand, startling Jess as she walked into the room.
“Hello?”
“Reid, sorry I haven’t called before now, but I wanted to check to see if you were doing okay.”
Reid sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. I’m good, Tom.” He looked at Jess and shrugged, his face apologetic as he mouthed he would only be a minute. With a nod, Jess stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut.
“You staying out of trouble?” The slight edge in Tom’s voice caused shame to creep up on Reid again.
“I am. I promise. I’m going crazy being here, but not because of that.”
“What do you mean?” Tom asked, surprise clear in his voice. “Did something happen?”
Reid groaned and paced the length of the room. “No. Nothing happened. It’s just . . . it doesn’t feel like it used to. It’s making me stir-crazy.”
Tom chuckled. “Not loving the country life anymore?”
“Memphis isn’t the sticks,” Reid deadpanned.
“Where you lived certainly is. Actually, I might be able to help you out with that. It’s the other reason I’m calling.”
“You mean it’s the main reason, but you weren’t going to bring it up until you had a chance to gauge my mood?” Reid retorted, smirking
Tom cleared his throat. “Whatever. I got a call from MTV today. They wanted to know if you’d be interested in performing a mashup with Jack Green.”
Reid smiled as excitement surged through him. “Hell yes, I would.”
“I thought you might say that. The catch is, he has other obligations during rehearsals for the show, so you’d need to come back to LA early.”
“Book my flight,” Reid answered without hesitation. “I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Tom blurted. “You don’t need to come back that soon. You can wait two or three more days.”
Reid shook his head, his eyes darting toward the door before he spoke, his words hushed. “Tomorrow, Tom. Please.”
A beat of silence passed before Tom spoke. “Okay. I don’t know what kind of flights they’ll have booking something this late, but keep your phone handy. It might take a while, but I’ll text you the details as soon as I have something.”
“Thanks,” Reid exhaled, his shoulders relaxing.
“Oh, and Reid? We’re going to talk about all the shit that’s happened recently when you get back. Just giving you fair warning.”
Reid swallowed. “Okay. See you soon.”
Dropping the phone on the bed, the excitement of going back to LA drained from his body. Jess was going to be upset that he was leaving so soon. Weary, he walked out of the bedroom to break the news. However, her reaction surprised him. She was quiet, distant, but not angry. She just looked sad. It was so much worse than her anger.
Jess traced patterns over his forearm as they lay in bed later that night. He tried to talk to her, but her one-word answers and quiet demeanor eventually led to both their silence. “We’ll see each other again soon,” he tried again, his voice reassuring.
“Why don’t you ever say you love me?” she asked softly. Her question caused Reid’s brows to dip in confusion.
“What are you talking about? I say it all the time.”
Jess pulled in a deep breath. “No. You don’t. I always say I love you, and you always respond with ‘you too.’”
Reid licked his lips and worked to keep his breathing normal. “That’s what I’ve always done. For as long as I can remember.”
“I know,” she admitted. “It’s just sometimes I’d like to hear you say it.”
Reid pinched his eyes shut and pressed his lips to her temple. “You know how I feel about you.”
“Do I?”
“Jess,” Reid implored, his throat tight.
With a huff, Jess turned to her side and pulled the covers tight around her shoulder. “Get some sleep. You have to get up early. I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s just been a long day.”
Reid reached across the bed and pulled Jess against his side. “Don’t go to bed mad at me. Please.”
Jess relaxed her stiff posture and sighed. “I love you.”
“You too,” he whispered, hating himself for not being able to say the words. It was true when they’d been together before he always said the same phrase. Now, however, his inability to say it was for an entirely different reason. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Jess. He did. She was one of the most important people in his life. It was how he loved her that had changed.
It was still dark when his alarm sounded. As quietly as possible, he gathered his things and crept into the kitchen. His leg bounced with indecision as he stared at the blank sheet of paper on the table. He knew it was shitty to leave a note, but he wasn’t sure he could handle seeing her cry when he walked out the door. It was selfish, but after all the pain he’d caused over the last several months, he wasn’t surprised.
When headlights shone through the window as a car turned onto the long driveway, he walked back into the bedroom and moved to Jess’s side. With a gentle hand, he pushed the hair off her forehead and pressed his lips to her cheek. He lingered there for a moment before slipping back out the door. In the kitchen once more, he grabbed his bag and looked at the blank page. Tightening his jaw, he grabbed the pen and wrote the words he couldn’t bring himself to say before he disappeared into the still dark morning.
I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll call you when I land. I love you.
Chloe grabbed her violin case and wiped the sweat from her brow as she slammed her rental car door shut. Once she was back in LA for good, she was going to have to buy a car. The thought caused annoyance to crease her forehead. She reminded herself of the things she would gain now that she was a resident of sunny California to help soothe the agitation of all the changes her life would undergo, many of which she was less than pleased about.
As she crossed the parking lot to the recording studio, she let the memory of waking up in her new home wash over her. The quiet of her surroundings. No screaming kids as they raced down the hallway of her floor to make it to school on time. No blaring car stereos or constant yelling neighbors as they fought over the husband’s latest screw-up. Chloe knew that LA wasn’t some relaxing suburbia, but the location of Josie’s house was far more ideal to that of her cramped Brooklyn apartment. The bathrooms alone were reason enough to smile.
Josie. It was going to be so nice having her good friends so close. Friends she didn’t have to explain herself to because they got her. Even her mother couldn’t hide her pleasure in Chloe moving so close to Josie and Holden. While it still wasn’t the path she would have chosen for Chloe, it was better than her living in Brooklyn and playing in bars to make ends meet. At least she felt Chloe had a real chance of success in LA.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves as she approached the front door of the studio. She wasn’t certain why the schedule had changed, but when Tom sent her a text to meet at the studio two days earlier than planned, she didn’t question it. A part of her didn’t care what the reason was. She’d done her best to bury her feelings for Reid while she spent time with her mother. She pushed the memory of their kiss and the last time they’d seen each other to the back of her mind while she unpacked her things and settled into her new life. But try as she might, her chest still ached every day she didn’t hear his voice or see his face.
With a final deep breath, she pulled open the door, the cool blast from the air conditioning doing nothing for her overheated skin. She gave a small nod to the girl behind the front desk, smiling when the girl waved her through, clearly remembering Chloe from previous rehearsals. It made her feel like a regular. Like she belonged. It relaxed her more than she’d expected.
Moving toward their designated room, her steps slowed when the sound of Reid’s voice floated into the hall. The slight edge to his voice caused her breathing to falter. It was rough and filled with authority. It made her knees weak. Seconds later she heard Tom speak. However, the sound of his voice, angry and concerned, evoked an entirely different emotion. Holding her breath, she crept closer and strained to hear their muffled words.
“Stop with the bullshit, Reid,” Tom said, his voice exasperated. “Tell me what’s really going on.”
“I told you it’s nothing. I’ve got it under control,” Reid spat, the sound of a chair scraping across the floor echoing down the hall.
“That’s what you keep saying, but your actions say something completely different. The last time we spoke, you sounded like you were going to crawl out of your skin if you didn’t get out of Memphis.”
“I was restless,” Reid interrupted, angry. “I needed to get out of there. I just didn’t feel right.”
“And the reason you decided to snort a bag of coke?”
The moment Tom spoke, Chloe froze. She struggled to breathe as the words bounced around inside her head. Reid had relapsed. Taking a shaky step away from the door, she crept back the way she came and slipped into the empty bathroom. With her arms braced on the sink, she pulled in a deep breath and closed her eyes. A part of her felt guilty she hadn’t been there to help, the other part of her wanted to kick his ass.
Chloe straightened her shoulders and stared at her reflection. This was the exact kind of situation she couldn’t become emotionally involved with. It wasn’t that Chloe didn’t care about his well-being, she did. The problem was, when it came to Reid, her feelings for him caused lines that should be bold and black to fade and blur. Her feelings went far beyond those of a concerned friend.
After a quick pep talk, Chloe grabbed her things and walked back to the recording room. With a smile on her lips, she rounded the corner. “Hey, guys,” she said, making sure both men were aware of her presence.
Reid fell silent and Tom gave her an uneasy smile before clearing his throat and standing. “Hey, Chloe. How are you?”
“I’m good.” She set her case down and clasped her hands to keep from fidgeting under Reid’s intense gaze. He had yet to speak and it was making her increasingly nervous. It was like the first time they met all over again. She hated it.
“When did you get in? I was surprised when I received your email about not needing flight arrangements.”
It was Chloe’s turn to feel uneasy as her gaze darted to Reid then back to Tom. “I’ve actually been here for almost a week. I’m staying at my friend Josie’s place.”
Tom hummed and looked from Reid to Chloe, suspicion coloring his features. “I see. So you won’t be requiring hotel accommodations, then?”
Chloe tugged on the metal piercing in her lip and shook her head. She wasn’t sure exactly what kinds of thoughts were racing through Tom’s head, but she was certain none of them was good. Reid cleared his throat, causing Chloe to look in his direction. With a meaningful nod, he made it understood he was going to clear the air.
“Chloe, maybe you should give Tom your new mailing address in case he needs to send you any paperwork. You wouldn’t want it going to your old address in Brooklyn.”
Tom’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “What are you talking about? Did you move?”
Chloe blew out a heavy breath and plastered a smile across her face. “I did. I’m renting Josie’s house.”
A look of understanding crossed Tom’s face. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Here?” he asked needlessly. “In LA?”
“Yeah. There are a lot more opportunities. I’m sure you remember I wasn’t in the best of situations in New York.”
Tom nodded. “Well, if you need any help lining up gigs, let me know. I’d be happy to help in any way I can, Chloe.”
The genuine smile on his face caused Chloe’s shoulders to relax. “Thanks. I’d really like that.” After she rattled off her address, Tom gave her a hug and moved to the door.
“I’ve got a few calls I need to make. Everyone should be arriving any minute, so Reid can bring you guys up to speed on the changes for the awards show. Welcome to LA, Chloe. I really think you’ll be happy living here.”
“Whoa, what?” Greer yelled as he shoved past a stunned Tom. “You moved to LA? When? How? Why the hell didn’t I know about this?”
Chloe laughed at Greer’s outraged expression. “Surprise,” she muttered with a shy shrug.
Greer wrapped his arms around her waist and spun in a circle, causing Chloe to yelp in surprise. With a cocky grin, he set her back on the ground and winked. “Surprised? Nah. It was only a matter of time before you realized you were madly in love with me and decided to move across the country to pursue me properly.”
“Oh my God,” Chloe giggled, smacking his chest. “You’re a mess.”
Greer lifted his brow and grinned. “Mildly infatuated?”
“Rehearsals haven’t even started yet and you’re already hitting on Chloe. This must be some kind of record,” Drew commented, moving next to Reid and bumping fists.
“How’s it going?” Drew asked Reid, his voice low. Chloe looked in their direction, not missing the meaningful look that passed between them. It caused her stomach to drop. Cutting her eyes to Greer, she noticed that his playful mood had deflated as he looked from Drew to Reid. The exchange made it clear they knew about Reid’s relapse. A million questions flooded her mind. Were they with him when it happened? Did they encourage it? Try to stop him? What else had they done? Nothing had surfaced in the papers, but that didn’t mean anything. Chloe dropped her eyes to the floor as the feeling of awkwardness washed over her once more. She felt like an outsider all over again.
“I’m good, man,” Reid answered, breaking the silence.
“Did you hear the news?” Greer asked, throwing his arm around Chloe’s neck. When Drew lifted his brows in question, Greer smirked. “Chloe has finally accepted that we’re meant to be and up and moved to LA.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Drew laughed, his eyes wide.
“He’s half right,” Reid said, his tone flat. “While we were on break, Chloe packed up and moved to LA.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Drew exhaled. “You shoulda told us. We could have helped you unpack or something. Where did you get a place?”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t really sure if I was going to do it until the movers showed up at my door. And I’m renting my friend Josie’s house since she moved in with her boyfriend.” Chloe could feel the heat of Reid’s gaze burning into her skin, but she couldn’t force herself to look at him. He didn’t get to make her feel bad about second-guessing her move when he’d fallen off the wagon.
“You realize Greer is going to drive you batshit crazy about your friend and her boyfriend,” Drew said with a chuckle.
“That’s right,” Greer boasted. “My girl’s got the hookup!”
“Well, if you’re finished with your ‘never gonna happen’ fantasy,” Reid ground out, the hard edge to his voice causing everyone’s eyes to snap in his direction. “I’d like to explain why we’re all here.”
“Jesus,” Greer laughed, the sound harsh and lacking even a trace of humor. “So much for you working your shit out while we were on break. You’re still the same asshole I left in Devon.”
Chloe’s eyes widened and she moved away from where Reid and Greer now stood face-to-face. The tension in the air was stifling. If someone didn’t do something, the situation had the potential to explode.
“Come on, guys,” Drew said with a sigh.
Reid clenched his jaw, his eyes locked with Greer’s. “Do you have a fucking problem with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” Greer threw his arms out wide. “I’m so beyond having a problem with you. I’m sick to fucking death of your shit.”
Chloe sucked in a sharp breath. “You boys have fun,” she snapped, loud and mocking. “I didn’t come here for this shit. The last time I was around a fight, I ended up with an elbow to the face. I have no interest in caking on makeup to cover up bruises a second time. Call me when you guys are ready to rehearse.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she could feel the tension deflate from the room. She didn’t dare look at Reid or Greer as she angrily grabbed her case. It was a low blow to bring up that night. She knew they felt terrible about what happened, but it was the only thing she could think of that would defuse the situation.
“Chloe,” Greer called, apologetic.
Chloe ignored him and continued into the hall. She felt like a drama queen, but it seemed the only way to get their attention was to act like a bigger baby than they were. Reid swore under his breath before she heard his hurried steps catching up to her.
“Hey,” he murmured, the tips of his fingers resting on her shoulder, coaxing her to a stop. When she felt the warmth of his touch, her skin tingled. Until that very moment, she’d been in complete denial about how much she’d missed him. It only angered her more.
“What?” she barked, spinning around and pinning him with an angry glare full of the warring emotions simmering just below the surface.
Reid flinched, his expression anguished. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.” He reached toward Chloe’s face, the slight tremble of his hand making Chloe’s eyes burn with unshed tears.
“Not intentionally,” she answered with a slight shake of her head.
