JENNIE

I had no idea how long I'd been on the road at this point, but I was getting used to the constant traveling. Sleeping had been difficult at first; the motion of the bus kept waking me up, especially when it turned or slowed down. But now I barely noticed it. The bus could probably slam to a stop, dumping me to the floor, and I wouldn't wake up. Well, okay, that might wake me up.

As was typical most times I opened my eyes, the bus was moving. It took a while to tear down Niki's shows—they were much more theatrical than Justin's small tour had been—so the busses usually started their journey to the next venue late at night or early in the morning. Some of the stars and members of the crew utilized the hotel rooms provided to sleep for a few hours, but Lisa and I liked our private room on the bus, so we stayed if we could.

As I looked over at the world rushing past the wide window on the far side of the bus, I noticed that it was early in the morning; a rosy glow was still in the sky. Lisa's toy muscle car that I'd given her last Christmas was perched on the ledge, gently rolling back and forth with the rocking movement of the bus. As was also typical first thing in the morning, I was alone in our bed. Lisa was on the floor of the bus, doing pushups. It was something she routinely did when she first woke up—push-ups and sit-ups. She said it was to keep her body conditioned, but I think it helped clear her mind too; Lisa didn't always sleep well. I was usually asleep while she was exercising, but occasionally I'd hear her, wake up, and secretly watch her while I dozed on and off. I usually had some pretty fantastic dreams in that half-awake state.

Peeking over the edge of the bed, my smile was unstoppable as I mentally traced the lines of her bare back. Lisa's arms were shaking as she fluidly moved up and down. I wondered how long she'd been working out while I slept. She really pushed herself sometimes, almost like she was punishing herself.

I hoped her fervor this morning had nothing to do with Niki. She hadn't kissed her again on stage, but the fan photos of that moment were everywhere. True love sealed in a kiss, was the tagline often used with it. The gossip magazines were having a field day with Lisa and Niki now touring together. I'd seen more stories about how they "couldn't stay away from each other" than I cared to count. Headlines like, "Lisa Manoban Ditches Tour with Avoiding Redemption to Rush to her Lover's Side" were all too common. Everyone was enamored with the fact that, regardless of her abject denial of their relationship, Lisa seemingly couldn't stay away from Niki.

Wondering if Lisa was all right this morning, I whispered, "You okay?"

She paused an inch from the floor and looked up at me. Then her arms gave out and she crashed to the ground. Laughing a little, she mumbled, "Yeah, I'm good." Standing up, she swung out her arms; her muscles flexed and released as she stretched them out. "I just missed feeling sore, so I was doing a few extra today. I didn't mean to wake you up."

My eyes drifted down to her signature black boxers. "You didn't. I was ready to get up."

Lifting up the covers, Lisa crawled back into bed with me. Her skin was warm from working out; slightly moist, but not yet tacky. I cringed back from her anyway. "You're sweaty."

Laughing, she clamped her legs around mine. "Well, we'll just have to make you sweaty too, so it doesn't bother you."

I laced my arms around her neck and pulled her into me; it suddenly didn't bother me anymore. As her lips lowered to my neck, I looked out the closest window. We were speeding down an urban freeway in an early morning commute. A car was right beside us, and the driver was singing along to something like she was the lead singer of a rock band. I froze as I wondered again about the glass. It had a dark tint to it, but could that guy see me?

Lisa didn't notice I was distracted and started moving her lips down my neck. Her fingers started bunching up my shirt in preparation to remove it. I groaned and half-closed my eyes, but somehow managed to stop Lisa's fingers. Intense bedroom eyes peeked up at me, and I swallowed as I nodded toward the glass. "Lisa, can they see us?"

Lisa glanced over at the car, not looking like she cared if the guy could or not. "No," she quickly answered, bringing her lips back to mine.

Believing her, I let myself relax into her arms. There was something incredibly erotic about making love in a place that had the illusion of being very public. As cars buzzed around three sides of us—each one of them with a stunning view, if only they knew—my body heated to a boiling point.

Breath intense, I helped Lisa strip off all of my clothes. When I was bare beneath her, her warm palm molded to my breast, gently squeezing. Wanting to return the favor, I slipped my hand down the front of her shorts. she was fully ready for me. As I moved my hand along her, Lisa stopped kissing me. Her breath started speeding up as she closed her eyes. She was gorgeous to watch, and I ramped up my efforts. She dropped her head to my shoulder, slumping her chest against mine. "God, I love it when you touch me," she groaned in my ear.

Her words sent an ache straight to my core, and I suddenly wanted to do a lot more than touch her. I wanted to reduce her to a pile of incoherent rubble again. I wanted to make her cry out so loud, that surely someone in a car zipping past us would hear her. Knowing that I could do all of those things made me feel both beautiful and seductive, and made me love being with her even more.

Lisa didn't give me a chance, though. Before I could make my move on her, she pulled her body out of my reach and started working her way down my skin. her fingers slid between my legs right as her mouth closed over my breast. Clutching my pillow, I cried out like I'd wanted her to. As her fingers stoked the fire raging within me, I arched my back and glanced at the car behind us; the driver following the bus looked so bored. I moaned and closed my eyes. If they only knew.

Lisa's lips quickly trailed over my stomach, leaving tingling goose bumps in their wake. When she neared my waist, I started mumbling her name. I was gripping the pillow in my hands so hard, I was sure it would tear any minute. Lisa reached where I needed her, but she didn't do anything. I felt like I was going to die while I waited. She stilled my squirming hips, then she lightly blew on me. I gasped, and commanded myself to not climax. It took a lot of willpower.

I thought I heard her laugh, but her tongue was on me then, so I didn't much care if she was amused or not. Reaching down, I tangled my fingers in her hair. As I clenched and unclenched, she alternated patterns up, over, and across my tender flesh. I couldn't take anymore. As a burst of euphoria flooded through me, I cried out. Lisa gently brought me down, then worked her way back up my body.

When I was taffy beneath her, soft, warm, and pliable, and now a little sweaty, she murmured, "I can never get past H with you."

I had no idea what she meant, but I was reeling from my explosive release and didn't really care. "What?"

I languidly ran my hand up her back as she started grinding her hips against mine. She was turning me up again, and it was working, the fire was rekindling. Her lips followed my collarbone. "The alphabet . . . I can never make it past H before you . . . finish." She peeked up at me with hooded eyes.

"What . . . are you talking about?" I muttered.

She ran her nose up my throat, lightly tasting my skin with her tongue. That miraculous tongue worked its way over to my ear, and that's when I finally caught on to what she was saying. I looked over at her amused face. "You're drawing the alphabet while you . . . ?"

She smiled, placing a light kiss on my slightly damp cheek. "It's been a goal of mine to make it through the entire alphabet, but I've yet to do it." her grin turned cocky. "I'll keep trying, though."

Lisa removed her boxers, then ground her hips against me again. The very tip of her moved into me and I gasped and clenched her back. When she pulled away, I groaned; she was killing me. "Has anyone done it to you?" I asked, restraining myself from grabbing her hips and forcing her to bury herself inside of me.

Lisa paused in kissing my neck. "The alphabet? No, I don't think so."

It was only then that I realized just what I'd asked her. Was that a strange question? Could that be done on a guy? Would she like that? Just the thought of doing that to her made my earlier desire resurface full force. She'd just satisfied me. If I could give her just a fraction of that . . .

Before she could say anything else, I pushed her back and started working my way down her chest. Her breath hitched as she caught on to what I was planning to do. "I know it's not your thing, Jennie. You don't have to do something you don't like to please me." Her eyes met mine as I peeked up at her. "I like tasting you, that's why I do it."

Her words made an ache surge through me. Smiling into her belly button, I murmured, "No, it's not my favorite thing. But I like the way you react to it." I playfully bit into the lean muscle of her lower abdomen, and Lisa's eyes fluttered closed as she laid her head back on the pillow.

"Uh . . . 'kay," she mumbled.

Her hand threaded through my hair as I kissed the tip of her. Not really sure what I was going to do, I gently took her into my mouth. This really wasn't my favorite thing, but hearing Lisa's reaction, the deep groan she made as she clenched my hair tight was one of my favorite things, and I focused on that. Working my hand over the long part of her, I alternated bringing her deep into my mouth and letting her go so I could run my tongue over the top of her. I drew a different letter each time I swirled around the tip. Around G I could tell that I was seriously driving her crazy. It drove me crazy too. I lost myself, getting more and more into it. Lisa's hand wrapped in my hair started shaking, like she was restraining herself from holding me down on her. On the letter L she was squirming around the bed, moaning my name. I nearly lost it, but I kept going with the elaborate tease. When I swirled my tongue around her in a giant O, she sat up and pulled me off of her as she moved to her knees. Before I knew what she was doing, her lips were on mine, hard, needy, and she moved me so I was straddling her. Without a word, she pulled my hips down, sinking me onto her—it stole my breath, it was so intense.

We held each other tight as we began to move together in a near frenzy; I'd never seen her so riled up. With cars still zipping past us, oblivious to our passion, I skyrocketed right over the edge. Lisa stiffened a fraction of a second later, plummeting as well. When we were both spent, we slumped in each other's arms. The driver behind us still looked apathetic, poor soul.

Carefully lifting myself from Lisa's lap, I collapsed onto the bed with a content sigh. Lisa snuggled up next to me, her breath erratic. As I twisted to cuddle into her chest, Lisa let out a low groan. "Oh . . . my . . . God . . . that was amazing."

Containing my smile, I murmured, "Well, looks like I didn't get to finish the alphabet either."

I felt a little wobbly when I made my way to the shower later. I could hear snoring on the other side of the curtain separating our room and the bathroom from the rest of the bus. Good, probably nobody had heard us. Wow, what a way to wake up. My mind and body were completely energized and the creative juices were flowing. I kept my shower brief so I could get started on writing.

Lisa was absent from our room when I went back to it, but it didn't take me long to find her. The bus was only so big, after all. Creeping past the people still slumbering, I made my way to the lounging area of the bus. The driver nodded at me and I waved, hoping he hadn't heard anything. I sometimes forgot about the drivers of our busses. This one was a sweet older man named Jonathan. Oh well, Jonathan was a professional bus driver for rock stars. I'm sure he'd heard and seen a lot.

Lisa was seated on a plush chair near a table, strumming her guitar. She peeked up at me and smiled, and I took a moment to just appreciate her before making my way over. She nodded her head at a steaming cup on the table. "Coffee? It's instant." She cringed. There was a small kitchen area near the bathrooms, with a microwave and a mini-fridge, but that was about it.

I graciously accepted the cup anyway. "Thank you."

Lisa watched me set up my notes and laptop, then returned to her guitar. We worked side by side for a while, with Lisa's guitar and my keyboard making the only sound. Then Lisa started humming a song. It wasn't a melody I'd heard before, and I paused the story in my head to listen to her work on something new. I guess I wasn't the only one who'd been inspired this morning. I loved that we could be together, but could be doing our own thing too. We each had our own lives, our own joys, our own friends. We weren't dependent on each other for happiness, but being together sure amplified the feeling.

As the minutes stretched on, I thought I could peacefully live out the rest of my days this way. Then an exclamation of surprise sounded from the back of the bus. Lisa and I both turned to look, but the curtain was still in place, and we couldn't see anything. We heard it, though. Or rather, we heard him.

Louder than was necessary, Jackson was repeating, "Oh my fucking God!" over and over. Other people grumbled, while a few more loudly shushed him; it was still pretty early. Dread bubbled in my stomach. I was really apprehensive about anything that could shock Jackson.

Lisa set down her guitar and stood up. "Why don't you stay here?" she said to me. For once, I did as she asked. My heart was beating harder as I watched the curtain swish closed behind Lisa.

I heard a slew of excited whispers and mumbled complaints. I really had no idea what was going on. The longer Lisa stayed back there, the more curious I became. I half-stood a handful of times, only to sit back down again. Did I really want to know? Yes . . . and no.

When I finally couldn't stand it, Lisa remerged. Maybe it was my imagination, but she looked a little paler. As she approached me, I thought I heard my cell phone going off in the very back of the bus. After it silenced, it went off again.

Lisa quietly sat in the chair next to me while Jackson peeked his head out of the curtain. I couldn't tell if the look on his face was incredulity, excitement, or just uncontainable curiosity. He was pulled back into the sleeping section seconds later. My eyes were wide and fearful, my belly full of dread as I locked gazes with Lisa. "What?" I whispered.

Lisa scrunched her brow, almost like she was at a loss for words. My cell phone was still incessantly ringing. While she thought, I murmured, "Maybe I should get that. It could be my sister."

Lisa's expression darkened. "I wouldn't be surprised."

"Lisa?"

Sighing, she placed a hand on my knee and said, "Joey leaked the tape. It's all anyone is talking about this morning."

My heart sank, but it quickly evened out. I'd been expecting this bombshell. "Oh, you had me worried for a minute." Lisa chewed on her lip, and I instantly knew there was more. "What?" I muttered.

She rubbed her thumb around the temple of her skull, like she had a headache. "Joey's camera was . . . fucking fabulous." Her tone was harsh and sarcastic. Pausing her mind massage, she looked up at me. "It's so grainy that she's hard to make out, so, because of Nick shoving me onto this tour, and all of the stories, photos, and speculation, everyone is just assuming that I'm doing—"

My heart stopped. "They think you made a sex tape with Niki."

Lisa nodded. "They look enough alike that it's a really easy mistake to make. Plus, the angle wasn't that great, and there's no date on the tape. The only clear thing about it is that it's definitely me." she rolled her eyes. "There is this one clear shot of my face, since I . . . started the recording . . . and Joey says my name a lot."

A wave of nausea rolled through me, but I pushed it back. She'd made that tape a long time ago. "Oh, should you say something?"

"Yes, absolutely, but . . ." Lisa shrugged. "I'm not so sure that it will matter. People will believe what they want to believe." She closed her eyes that suddenly looked very tired. "Even Jackson believes it's Niki on the tape." Reopening her eyes, she cupped my cheek. "I'm sorry, but I think I just unintentionally gave them the irrefutable proof they were looking for. I don't think it's possible to stop this now."

Knowing she was probably right, I let out a weary sigh. We couldn't just make a statement and think that everyone would suddenly understand what was really going on. The public was too in love with the idea of Lisa and Niki as a couple. No one had really believed Lisa before this tape exploded in our faces. They definitely wouldn't believe her now. With Lisa's very first "No comment" response, we had unwittingly helped fuel up a locomotive. Nick and Niki had then taken control and sent it barreling down the tracks, and this sex tape had just snapped the brake lines. The gossip train was out of control now. All we could do was wait for its inevitable crash and hope we all survived the wreckage.

I pushed my computer away, no longer inspired.

I fielded phone calls after that, a lot of phone calls—my sister, Somi, Irene, Kate, and horrifyingly enough, my parents. They thankfully hadn't watched the videos or seen any still shots, but even my mom and dad couldn't escape the global gossip of Lisa and Niki's sex tape. I don't think my mom believed me when I told her the wedding was still on.

I finally calmed my parents down, but every single one of my friends had to be "convinced" that the video was years old. Eventually it came down to the tattoo. I gave all of them the assignment of watching the video and looking at Lisa's chest. If my name wasn't engraved above her heart, then they would know without a doubt that it was filmed before we were a couple. That fact wouldn't help me with the general public, since not a lot of people knew about her tattoo as it had been cleverly covered up for the music video, but it swayed my friends. By the time I hung up with them, they grudgingly believed me.

Taehyung was the last phone call of the day—and the one I'd been dreading the most. I was sitting on the bed I shared with Lisa when my phone rang. The bus had stopped a while ago, and the numerous roadies were out in force, setting up tonight's show. I had no idea what city we were in; I'd already lost track.

The guys were all out exploring, probably introducing Holeshot to their little drinking game. The two bands meshed together well, which didn't surprise me; the D-Bags were an easy-going group, they got along with most people. Lisa had asked me to go out with her, but I didn't want to. Then she'd offered to stay in with me, but I didn't want that either. I wanted to be alone, staring at the rain streaking down the windowpane and contemplating the strangeness of my life. After she'd gone, I'd found a flower petal taped to the bathroom mirror with the words I'm sorry on it. I knew she was. I was sorry too.

I stared at my ringing phone in annoyance. I almost didn't have it in me to explain to yet another friend that Lisa wasn't having an affair with Niki Zefanya. It was a little irritating how quick they all were to jump on the "She's a D-Bag" train. But with the music video, the photos, the tour changeup, and now the sex tape, the evidence against her was pretty damning, and I didn't blame them too much. If I weren't here with Lisa, I might have believed it too.

Seeing Taehyung's name on my screen, I hesitated, then picked it up. "Hey, Taehyung," I answered, feeling sleepy.

"Hey . . . I bet you're tired of people calling you."

I smiled for what felt like the first time in hours. "You have no idea. But I'm glad you called me."

"So . . . do I ask?"

"It's Joey's tape, the one I told you about. She finally leaked it . . . and everyone thinks it's Niki. It's kind of sad, really. Joey wanted to be in her spotlight so badly, and even with documented proof, she still can't get there." A humorless laugh escaped me.

Taehyung exhaled a long breath. "I figured that's what it was. Are you holding up okay?"

Relief flooded through me. It was so nice to not have to convince someone. "I'm as okay as I can be, considering Lisa is making front page news with another woman. Regardless of who that other woman is or isn't, it still sucks. I'm afraid to even turn my computer on."

"Give it some time. They'll move on to something else soon."

I shifted my gaze to a raindrop running down the window. Watching the rain was so peaceful. My life used to be peaceful. Wasn't it, just this morning? "I know, but it's entirely possible that the next story they move on to will also include Lisa." I sniffed, hating that this was getting to me. "I just miss . . ."

My voice trailed off. I was about to say that I missed nobody knowing who she was, but that was never true. Lisa had always had a swirl of notoriety around her. She was always a star. It was just on a much smaller scale at Pete's. Sharing her was nothing new, it was just more expansive now.

Taehyung answered my open-ended statement. "I know." Silence stretched out between us, then Taehyung added, "You could always come home, Jennie. Let that world go for a while?"

Holding my knees tight to my chest, I considered it. I could stay home in an empty house, writing all day and night. I could visit my sister, my friends. I could even fly home to see my parents—briefly—and I could spend time with Taehyung. It sounded nice, familiar, comfortable, but . . . my heart was anchored to Lisa. Being apart from her stretched my soul in opposite directions. It was painful. No, it was torture. She was everything to me, and I didn't want to miss a moment of her journey just because parts of it were unpleasant. No. When I'd agreed to be her wife, I'd also been agreeing to stand beside her through thick or thin. And if I could stand by her side during the filming of that damn music video, then I could stand beside her while she dealt with the consequences of her reckless youth. I wasn't running, I wasn't avoiding—not anymore.

"No . . . I belong here with Lisa. But thank you for listening, Taehyung."

When I ran into Niki that night, she was all smiles, loving the attention. Of course, she acted mortified when she spoke with anyone who interviewed her. She even walked away from a gossip site reporter, throwing her hands into the air and stalking off like she was offended to the core of her being that something so private was being brought up in casual conversation. By her actions alone, the rumors were confirmed: Lisa and Niki had made a sex tape together. The world went into a gossip mongering frenzy, and the glorifying of them as a couple exploded into the stratosphere.

Lisa tried to put out the fire. Physically, she stayed as far away from Niki as possible, even going to the extreme of singing their duets on the other side of the stage as her. She told everyone who would listen that Niki was not the girl in the video, and she was not, nor had she ever been, in a relationship with her. It was all too little, too late, though. Nothing could stop the gossip train.

Two weeks after the tape's release, the sordid gossip was still going strong. We were in Atlanta, Georgia, a place I had always wanted to visit, and the guys were doing an early afternoon in-studio radio interview. I was sitting on a stool against the wall by Rosé, who was always present when Lisa and the guys spoke to the press. While I was slumped against the wall, Rosé sat ramrod straight, slightly leaning forward, ready to pounce. Her eyes watched the DJs like a hawk—or like a mama bear protecting her cubs.

"So, Lisa . . . rumors are going crazy. Anything you want to say about the lovely and quite talented Niki Zefanya?" The DJ stressed the word talented, and everyone in the room knew he wasn't talking about her music.

Lisa shifted on her seat. "I've said this about five million times, but she's an acquaintance of mine. We work together, nothing more." Rosé's eyes tightened at Lisa's admission, but she knew, just like Nick and Niki, that nothing Lisa said at this point really mattered—a fact the DJ confirmed seconds later.

"Right . . . work." He turned to his partner. "That's a gig I wouldn't mind getting."

They both let out hearty laughs while Lisa's expression darkened. "I am not, nor have I ever been, in a relationship with Niki."

The men turned incredulous eyes to Lisa. "So, that's not her on the tape with you?"

Lisa closed her eyes and seemed to count to ten before answering, "No."

The second male DJ responded with, "Sure looks like her. Even freeze-framed."

My stomach churned and my hands balled into fists. I hated that the odds were very good that everyone in this room had seen the tape of Lisa having sex. Well, everyone except for me. There was no way on this green earth that I was watching that. Some things can't be unseen, and Joey and Lisa going at it like porn stars was one of those things.

Staring the DJ down, Lisa straightforwardly told him, "I don't see what any of this has to do with my music, which is why I'm here. The woman in the video was a girl I dated years ago, long before I ever met Niki. While she happens to sort of resemble her, it's not Niki Zefanya."

Both male DJs glanced at each other. "It's sort of strange that no girl has come forward then, right? I mean, if this 'not-Niki' you dated leaked the tape . . . where is she?" He used air quotes, like he still didn't believe Lisa.

This was unfortunately a sticky point for us. Joey hadn't made a peep. She hadn't come out to fight for her right as the proud participant in the video. She hadn't basked in the glow of Lisa's spotlight. She hadn't snatched her claim to fame. The only thing she'd done so far was stay quiet as a mouse and let Niki take all her "glory." It seemed completely unlike Joey to me.

Lisa stammered on her answer. "I don't . . . I don't know." Knowing she was digging herself into a hole, Lisa turned around and glanced at Rosé, silently asking her to shift the conversation.

A female in a back booth chimed in with her thoughts. "I think it's sweet that she protects Niki by denying it. It's chivalrous." She pointed at the two DJs. "You guys could learn a thing a two." I wanted to stab the girl with a pen. How much clearer did Lisa have to be?

Rosé stepped forward and made a cutting motion with her hand over her throat. The implication was clear to the DJs: End this line of questioning, or I pull my talent. They quickly redirected the interview toward the band's concert that night, and Lisa visibly relaxed.

When the interview was over, Lisa walked over to me, her expression glum. She really hated that she couldn't steer the public's perception of her. She was a puppet, along for the ride, but not really a part of it. No, this show belonged entirely to Nick and Niki. I patted her arm in sympathy, then I dropped my hand to my side. I was keeping public affection to a minimum. Not only did I still not want the world's attention focused on me, but things with "Lis-Nik" were just too crazy at the moment. And if Lisa couldn't control what people thought about her, then she definitely couldn't control what people thought about me. If the gossipers figured out who I was, they'd never leave us alone. They would paint me as the other woman in the Lis-Nik love affair. I would be hated, reviled, possibly even egged. Being in an across-the-globe scandal freaked me out so much that I had even asked Lisa to switch her wedding ring to her right hand when we were out. I just didn't want to cause unnecessary problems for myself. The waters just needed to calm a little bit. And they would, as soon as this tour was over.

In an absurd way, I was Lisa's dirty little secret. It was a disturbingly familiar feeling, one I didn't care for. I had no idea how we were going to keep our wedding in December quiet. Or if we even could. Marriage licenses were a matter of public record, right? Anyone searching deep enough for info on Lisa would find it.

Since we had rolled into town this morning but the show wasn't until tonight, the bands were being put up in a hotel room. Lisa and I had decided to abandon our bus love nest for a spacious suite with a Jacuzzi. As an obscenely oversized SUV transported the D-Bags and company back to the hotel, my phone rang. Rummaging through my bag, I found my cell shoved between the pages of a book I was trying to read in my spare time. I was so busy writing that I would have had more luck reading an entire novel if Lisa read it to me. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.

Glancing at the screen, I answered with, "Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Where are you?"

Looking out the window, I told her, "Atlanta, why?"

My sister huffed. "I know you're in Atlanta. Where in Atlanta are you right at this very second?"

"We're on the road. We just left the radio station and we're heading to the hotel, some swanky place in Buckheel, Buckhead, something like that. Why?"

My sister's tone brightened. "Oh, good! I'm coming to the show tonight. Can you flip a bitch and swing by the airport to pick me up?"

It took me a minute to register what she was saying. "You're in Georgia?"

Twisting around from the front seat, Jackson echoed my question. "Jisoo's in Georgia?" His eyes damn near sparkled with the news. "Awesome. Where is she?"

I answered Jackson with "Airport," while my sister answered me. "Yep! My flight just arrived."

Dumbfounded, my only thought was, "Why are you in Georgia?" My second thought was Swing by? The airport was nowhere near our hotel. In fact, our hotel was a bit north of the heart of Atlanta, where the concert was tonight, while the airport was south. Going to get her was way out of our way. But I wouldn't abandon her at the airport. Neither would Jackson; he was already telling the driver to turn around.

Jisoo snorted before she answered my question. "I just told you why. Now come get me. Love you!" Then she disconnected. I shook my head as I shoved the phone back in my purse. Of course my sister would travel over halfway across the country on a whim to watch a concert.