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no one believed that I hadn’t taken the Oxy. In due time the mystery would be solved and whoever fucked with my life would pay for it. At the moment, all that mattered was getting the hell out of this place and my life back.
    Leaning against the Rover with his hands crossed over his chest and a huge smile on his face stood Hank. I started to return the smile when I noticed who was standing next to him. Chaz. My first thought was, what the fuck is he doing here? But then I decided I didn’t give a shit. Chaz was a dick. I may have messed up his song but he had no right to kick me when I was down.
    As I reached the car, Hank stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. Slapping me on the back, he said, “Glad to see you man.” I glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with a very uncomfortable looking Chaz.
    “Good to see you,” he mumbled.
    Hank reached for the back door and I bypassed him for the front. The hell if I was sitting in the back with Chaz. He opened his mouth to argue but saw the obstinate look on my face and decided against it. With a nod of his head, he shut the back door and opened the front for me. If it had just been the two of us I would have talked. I had a million questions, the first being what my parents knew about the incident. The hospital confiscated my cell phone and the rehab facility refused to let me see or speak to anyone in the outside world the entire time I was there. I felt like a rat trapped in a cage. The only positive thing to come from my stay was my therapist, Nancy’s, private ministrations and the three songs I wrote. All the rest was pointless bullshit.
    Before Chaz could ask any questions or awkwardly attempt to make small talk, I flipped on the radio, found the most annoying pop song I could and cranked the sound up. Hank shook his head and chuckled at my antics. Chaz didn’t say a word. Smart man .
    As we neared the hotel Hank turned the music off and radioed the security team. I could tell by his frown that something was up. He disconnected and said, “We have a crowd in the lobby and the freight elevator is down.” I immediately tensed up. The last thing I wanted to deal with right now was fans or the press. We pulled around to the back of the hotel and stopped in front of a loading dock. “We’re here,” he spoke into the headset. The door beside the dock immediately opened and out stepped two of our security team, Sean and Marcel. “They’ve got you covered,” Hank told me.
    “Thanks man, we’ll talk later,” I said over my shoulder as I hopped from the Rover. Sean handed me a baseball cap and waited for me to secure it on my head. Then he ushered me through the door and into a hallway. A door to our left opened up and Hank’s right hand man, Sampson, appeared.
    “Glad to have you back,” he smiled, and pulled me into a man hug. My security team was filled with a bunch of stand up guys. Too bad I couldn’t say the same for my band at the moment.
    “Get me out of here.”
    “Yes sir, I’m not sure if Hank told you but the freight elevator is broken so we have to breach the lobby. You know the drill. Head low,” he advised. Lowering my eyes to the floor, I pulled my hat down and let him steer me across the lobby.
    We were almost to our target when a shrill voice screamed, “Oh my Gawd, Grant Hardy!” In a matter of seconds the lobby erupted into a mass of screaming women and flashing cameras.
    Sean pressed in against my back and whispered, “Faster,” and we broke into a light jog. I knew I shouldn’t care about Chaz because he clearly didn’t give a shit about me, but it was ingrained in me to know my boys were safe and with me at all times.
    “Chaz?” I asked out of the corner of my mouth.
    “Right behind you,” Sean answered. More screams erupted through the lobby. “You’re in the penthouse.” he said, as Sampson and I stepped into the elevator. Chaz and Marcel were right on our heels while Sean stayed behind to guard the door.