“I know.” Calla goes quiet for a second. “The thing is… there’s one more thing.”
I rub my forehead. “Jesus, Cal. I’m not sure I can take much more.”
She sighs a heavy breath down the line. I sense her apprehension until she finally comes straight out with it. “I’m not sure if it’s a full-blown affair, but Chelsea was cheating on him.”
I sit up abruptly. “What?”
“I saw her going at it with someone. I wish I hadn’t.”
I feel my heartbeat increase. “What do you mean, ‘going at it?’ It’s a stupid question but I’m in shock.
“Exactly that. He had his hand up her skirt, her knickers around her ankles, and they were fucking like rabbits behind a stack of flight cases in a dark corner.
My heart is racing now. “What the hell—When?”
“About a week ago. Tommy was on stage when it happened.”
“It happened at a gig? Oh my God.” I place my hand on my chest and take deep breaths.
“Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad with you, it’s that dirty slapper Chelsea I’m mad with.” I bite my bottom lip with worry. “Are you sure it was Chelsea you saw? It could have been any number of girls that hang around these venues.”
“Absolutely positive. Her face was all too clear.”
“I feel sick.” My stomach drops.
“Not as sick as I felt. They gave me a full-on graphic display. Believe me, I wish I could scrub my eyes and disinfect my brain. All I wanted was a bloody pee, and then I went and lost my way backstage.”
“Jesus. This is bad. Really bad.” I swallow hard.
“And you know what makes this so much worse? The boys were in the middle of a show. Tommy was out there playing his heart out and working his arse off for a woman who does not give a shit about him.”
My blood runs cold and my heart breaks a little bit. “Poor Tommy.”
A second passes before I dare to ask. “Cal? The guy she was with. Was he anyone we know?”
Calla huffs down the line. “Dylan Jennings.”
This could not get any worse. “As in Vocational Rock?”
“The one and only.”
My mouth dries and my stomach clenches. “Are you bloody serious?”
“It was dark, but I’m fairly certain.”
I rub my eyes. “Have you told Ash?”
“No. Not yet. There was never a good time, and you know how he feels about Chelsea. He’ll go ballistic when he finds out.”
I’m trying to process what this means for Tommy and his little boy, but all I feel is anger boiling under the surface of my skin. If this is true, I will kill that woman. “And Tommy has no idea?”
“He might have. I mean, it could be the reason he decided to finally call it a day. You know he and Dylan were meant to be friends. Dylan seemed like such a genuine guy when he joined the tour. I can’t believe he would do such a thing.”
“Me neither. How could either of them do it? Tommy bends over backwards to please that bloody woman and she treats him like dirt. This is going to hurt, I know it.”
“What do I do, Angie? I’m in turmoil.”
