Page 209 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

I rest my forearms against the balcony railing and stare out over the skyline. Cities blur into one another when you’ve toured in most of them, but this feeling never goes away. The missing of… something.

Although now I know what I want.

Home.

The balcony door slides open softly behind me. Willow moves quietly, but she’s not invisible. I’ve become too aware of her for that.

Always aware.

She steps outside wearing leggings and one of my hoodies, sleeves hanging over her hands. Her dark hair falls loose around her shoulders, still messy from the long day.

She looks tired and beautifully overwhelmed.

My chest tightens.

“You’re brooding again,” she says softly.

“I don’t brood.”

She snorts. “You literally came out onto a balcony overlooking LA to brood, right after announcing a surprise reunion on live radio.”

I glance sideways at her. “Fair point.”

“Thank you.”

She moves to stand beside me at the railing, close enough that our shoulders almost touch. “You scared Gabe half to death today.”

“He’ll survive.”

“He looked like he wanted to strangle you with a phone charger.”

“He’s had worse ideas.”

That earns a laugh from her. The sound settles somewhere deep in my chest in a way I don’t examine too closely.

I look out over the skyline again. “You’re angry with me, too.”

She leans against the railing, considering it. “I don’t know if angry is the right word.” I wait. “That was… a lot,” she admits. “Everything’s already so huge right now, and then you drop this massive music bomb in the middle of it, and now the internet’s exploding again.”

“It shifted attention away from you.”

“Not completely.”

No. Not completely.

Because people still want to understand her. The woman somehow standing in the center of all this. The woman standing beside me now.

My jaw tightens. “I know.”

She glances over at me then, studying my face carefully. “You really didn’t plan that, did you?”

“No.”

“Then why did you do it?”

The honest answer arrives.

Because of you.