Crash Into Me (9 page)

Chapter Nine

Hours later, Jamison limped into her apartment building with blisters the size of
silver dollars on her heels. She’d spent the day pounding the pavement, looking for
a job—any kind of job—to fill the gaps until she could find work as a dessert chef.
Unfortunately, all the colleges had just gotten out for summer and jobs were scarce
as the students had already snapped up most of them.

Which meant she was in trouble, no doubt about it. Unless she got really lucky—something
she sincerely doubted would happen—she was completely screwed. Once she got upstairs,
she’d log on to the state database and file for unemployment. Then run a job search
in the San Diego area—the third such search she’d run in as many days—and see if anything
new popped up.

Depressed, pissed off, and more than a little scared—though she hated to admit it,
even to herself—Jamison shuffled her way over to the mailboxes, trying not to lift
her feet as she moved. She wasn’t sure the blisters could take it. Already, she could
feel blood oozing around her heels. It was a testament to just how crappy her neighborhood,
and apartment building, were that she hadn’t taken off the damn shoes the second she’d
stepped off the bus. But God only knew what there was lying around to step in.

She had just opened her mailbox and reached for the letters inside of it—all bills,
she was certain—when Jared’s voice sounded behind her. “Where the hell have you been?”

Spooked at the loud, angry sound, she jumped, bobbled the mail. Then winced as the
whole collection of it fell onto the dirty ground beneath her feet. Great. She’d have
to remember to wash her hands after she got upstairs. “What are you doing here?” she
demanded, squatting down to pick up the scattered envelopes. “Don’t you have a show
in a couple hours?”

“Screw the show.” Jared bent and helped her gather the envelopes. “I came here to
apologize, but now I want to know what’s going on with you. And I’m not leaving until
I get a straight answer.” His eyes were dark and steady on her and for a second Jamison
felt like a little kid again. One who could run to her big brother and let him fix
everything that was wrong. Because that was who Jared was, who he had always been.

From the time she could walk—and even before then, if their mother was to be believed—Jared
was the one she’d turned to when something went wrong. He was the one who fixed her
toys when they broke, who made her smile when she was sad, even the one who advised
her on boys—though he’d been more than a little uncomfortable with any advice that
didn’t begin with “guys are scum and you shouldn’t trust them. And you sure as hell
shouldn’t get in the back of a car with any of them. Ever.” Which was more than their
dad had ever told her, but still. Not what a girl wanted to hear from her big brother.

Then again, she probably would have been better off if she’d followed that advice.
Especially in regard to Evan Schuller and his eight hands.

But this mess was her life. She was a big girl now and she needed to fix things on
her own. No more running to her big brother and asking him to make it all better.
She was twenty-three years old. It was definitely time to stand on her own two feet…or
at least it would be, once she got these damn Louboutins off.

“Sorry I left so quickly this morning, but you and Ryder really pissed me off. I’m
a grown-up now, Jared. I sure as hell don’t need my big brother threatening to beat
up every guy I make out with.”

“Fine.” He sighed heavily. “I promise not to embarrass you again like that—if you
promise to make an effort never to have a make-out fest outside my damn bedroom door
again.”

She flushed. “Yeah. I can totally do that.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you take me upstairs and get me a drink? I’ve been waiting down
here for more than two hours. And in the meantime, you can explain to me exactly where
you’ve been all day.”

But that was the problem. She couldn’t tell him she’d spent the day looking for a
job. He’d freak out and try to hand her a big check to tide her over. She didn’t want
to be the baby of the family anymore, the one Jared always felt like he had to protect
even when she didn’t want or need his protection. He might think of it as his job
as her big brother, but she sure as hell didn’t. Not anymore.

She leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek—breaking eye contact as she did. Lying
was hard enough for her. Doing it while she was looking straight into her brother’s
eyes so wasn’t going to happen.

“I’ve been working. I had some new recipes I needed to try out.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jared stepped back, quirked an eyebrow. “What kind of recipes were they?”

“A couple new cakes,” she told him. “I want to try something new, but not too different--”

He sighed heavily. “I went by the
restaurant
, Jamison. They told me they had to downsize—right after they tried to get me to take
a photo with the owner and chef.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I—”

“You think I give a damn about the photo request? I want to know whyyou didn’t tell
me you got laid off
.”

She shrugged, tried to blow it off. “It’s no big deal. With the recession, people
aren’t eating out as much—especially at fancy restaurants. They had to downsize and
since I was the last employee hired, I was the first fired. You know how it goes.
At least they gave me a good , recommendation. It shouldn’t be that hard to find another
job.” As long as she didn’t mind asking customers if they wanted fries with their
burger, anyway.

“Do you have enough money to get by?” Jared asked as he followed her up the stairs
to her third-floor apartment.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.”

He snorted, but didn’t say anything else as he waited for her to open her front door.
Once they were inside her apartment—which she liked to think was furnished in shabby
chic, but in all actuality was really just shabby—he sprawled across her couch and
asked, “What happened to your car?”

She closed her eyes, blew out a long breath. She’d really been hoping he hadn’t seen
her getting off the bus. “I was in a wreck earlier this week.”

“A wreck?” He jumped off the couch, crossed to her. “How bad was it?” he demanded,
his eyes moving over every visible inch of her body, searching for damage.

“I’m fine. It wasn’t a big deal. But my car’s not drivable right now.” Which technically
wasn’t a lie, she told herself, since the stupid thing would never be drivable again.

Jared looked more than a little suspicious of her answer, but he didn’t call her on
it.

Determined to get him off his line of questioning, she gave him a hug, then laid her
head on his shoulder. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. But did you seriously
come all this way to talk about my car?”

“No. But now I think we’d better.” He glanced at the clock on her wall. “Where’s Charles?
I thought you had plans with him tonight?”

“No, not with him.” She waved a hand dismissively. “We broke up. It’s no big deal—it
was brewing for a while.”

“Really?” Jared’s eyes narrowed. “What did he do?”

She sighed, exasperated now. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

But as usual he wasn’t listening—or paying any attention to the back-off signals she
was throwing out all over the place. “The jerk just happened to dump you the same
week you lost your job and your car? When she didn’t answer, he ground out, “That
bastard.” Jared pushed past her, walked into her postage stamp sized kitchen. Opened
the fridge and stared at the dismal contents before slamming the door shut and turning
back to her. “When were you going to tell me all this?”

“I wasn’t, actually. It’s none of your business.”

“None of my business? My baby sister is stuck in San Diego with no job, no car, and
no boyfriend to help her out. Does that about cover the situation?”

“I don’t need a man to help me out! I’m not an imbecile, you know.”

Jared rolled his eyes. “I was talking about him giving you a ride every once in a
while. This isn’t exactly a public-transportation-friendly town.”

Didn’t she know it? She’d been on four buses and the trolley today, and that was just
what it had taken her to get home. “I’m fine. I—”

He cut her off with a downward slice of his hand. “You are patently not fine, sweetheart.”

His words cut right through her—even though she knew they were true. Her carefully
organized life had spun completely out of her control and she didn’t have a clue what
she was going to do about it. She tried to hide her discomfort, but Jared must have
figured out how much he’d hurt her because he started backpedalling. “You know I didn’t
mean it like that. It’s just that you have such a hard time accepting help. You always
have, ever since Mom left. But, Jelly Bean, there’s nothing wrong with needing someone
sometimes. I can help you. Let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help!”

This time he was the one who winced. “Has it ever occurred to you that sometimes I
need to help you? You’re my sister. I know you can do whatever you set your mind to.
But I love you and I worry about you and I can’t just walk away and leave you here
in this ridiculous apartment, with no job, no car, and no money.”

“I have some money. Besides, I don’t want to take advantage of the fact that —”

“What? That I’m a rock star? Give me a break. I have more money than I know what to
do with. Let me give you some—”

“I’m not doing this with you, Jared.” She crossed to the door, opened it. “You need
to go or you’ll be late for the concert.”

“I’ll leave when you come with me.”

“That’s not going to happen. I need to look for a job.”

“Here?”

“Where else?”

“I don’t know. Back home maybe? You moved here because of that job at
that damn restaurant. Now what’s the point of staying?”

“I have a lease. I have a life here.” And absolutely no desire to run back home with
her tail tucked between her legs. She’d left Austin with big plans. She wasn’t—she
refused to be—her mother’s daughter, running home at the first sign of failure.

“Obviously.” She could tell the second his patience ran out. “Go pack a bag.”

“I’m not going home to Dad, Jared.”

“You’ve made that clear. So, fine. If you don’t want to go home, don’t. But then you’re
coming on the road with me.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m not joking.” He shoved an irritated hand through his hair. “Why are we arguing
about this?”

“I can’t just pick up and go on the road with you. What about the guys?”

“What about them? They’d love to have you.”

“Nothing like a little sister tagging along to ruin all the fun.”

Jared waved off her concern. “Trust me. Having you along won’t cramp anyone’s style.”

What about Ryder?
she wanted to ask, but knew doing so would make her sound too much like a needy, insecure
little girl—an image she was currently doing her damnedest not to project. Besides,
she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. Even after everything that had happened
that morning, she wasn’t sure she could deal with
not
cramping Ryder’s style. Seeing him with girl after girl, groupie after groupie. Her
stomach churned at the thought.

Crossing to the window, she looked out over the parking lot. Watched a drug deal go
down on the corner. And despite her better judgment, found herself asking, “What would
I even do on tour with you?”

“Anything you want. Hang out. Party. Work on that book of recipes you keep saying
you want to write.”

“And what am I going to do for money? Just live off of you?”

“Yes! Yes, live off of me! What’s wrong with me helping you out for a while?”

Nothing, except it would shred what little self-esteem she had left. “I can’t be a
parasite, Jared. I just can’t.”

“You’re nothing like her.”

She turned away before he could see the tears she wasn’t strong enough to keep buried.
But Jared knew. He always knew.

She’d spent her whole life watching their mother pop in and out of their dad’s life.
Watching her get his hopes up only to disappear in the middle of the night with whatever
money she could get her hands on. Jamison knew her father and brother would give her
anything, everything, but she couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take the chance of ever becoming
what her mother had always been.

“I can’t live like that, Jared. You know I can’t.”

Silence as he considered her words. Then, “What if there’s a job for you on the road
with me?”

“Band groupie isn’t exactly a job. Especially when I won’t put out.” Except for Ryder.
She was desperately afraid he could turn her into a groupie with little more than
a touch. Maybe it was a good thing she
wasn’t his type
.

Jared just shook his head, made a disgusted sound deep in his throat. “I was thinking
more along the lines of a cook.”

“A cook? For the band?” she asked dubiously.

“Hell, yeah. We eat crap pretty much twenty-four-seven while we’re on the road. You
could fix that.”

His voice gained enthusiasm as he warmed to the idea. “I can almost taste your apple
pie now.”

She wanted to argue some more, but the idea had merit. She knew it did. She could
go on the road for a few weeks as she looked for another pastry chef job, could cook
for the guys and maybe even save a little. But, still …

Pride made her want to say no. There was a part of her that was deathly afraid that
she was just like their mother. That all the crap that had happened this week happened
because she was genetically predisposed to screw up her life. Giving in and running
away with Jared just seemed to prove that idea.

But at the same time, her rent was due in two weeks and unless she found a job ASAP,
she wouldn’t have the money. Her landlord wasn’t exactly the understanding sort, which
meant she’d have to borrow from Jared or her father if she didn’t want to run back
to Texas a total failure.