Chapter 67

“I heard Casey had the flu. That must have sucked. How long did it take to finish the album? What was it like, recording every day? Are you going on tour? Can I come?”

I set my burger down, trying to finish chewing before responding. “Hec…” I swallowed a large bite. “I honestly don’t think it’s a good idea for us to get back together.”

His jaw dropped, but he quickly closed his mouth. “Oh. I mean, you haven’t really given it a lot of thought though, have you? I mean, I could stick around for a few days, we could spend more time together—”

“Hector? I can’t be with you. It wasn’t good for me before, and I don’t think enough has changed to warrant giving us another chance.”

He looked indignant. “What do you mean, nothing has changed? You’re a big rock star now! You’ve got to have guys throwing themselves at you! You never had that before. Is that what this is about? Is there another guy?”

“Yes,” I immediately lied.

He set his fork down, his jaw set. “Who…who is it? I wanna know.”