She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance Kaci Rose (essential reading txt) 📖

Pure anger like I've never seen is all over Landon's face, but after a moment, he turns and slams the door. I can hear his pounding footsteps going downstairs, before I flop back down on the bed. He's been gone barely forty-eight hours, and we were supposed to have two weeks.

Dallas pulls me in close. "Hey, we’re in this together, okay? I choose you. It will hurt like hell to lose him, but I can't live without you. I made that choice a while ago."

My heart races. I look over at him and see the vulnerability in his eyes. He's worried I don't feel the same.

"Dallas, it's the same for me. These last few weeks proved that even more." I tell him and lean in to kiss him soft and sweet. This moment, even with my brother mad as hell downstairs, is everything I've ever wanted, to be someone's first choice. Isn't this what every girl wants?

"This is not how I planned for you to wake up this morning." He smirks at me, and I laugh. After talking about all the fantasies of waking each other up last night, it definitely wasn't on the list for how I expected to wake up.

"Let's get dressed and go try to talk to him. Though, I doubt there will be any talking to him." I sigh and cover my face with my hands and dig the heels of my hands in my eyes, trying to fight off the building headache.

"One more thing." He says and waits for me to look over at him. "Now that the cat's out of the bag, I want you to consider moving to my room. Or I can move in here, but I want our stuff together."

"Dallas..." I start, but he holds up a hand.

"Just think about it, okay?"

I nod. If he’s sure this is what he wants, then I have no doubts about it. But I want to ease Landon into this, no matter how big of an asshole he's about to be. I don't want to overwhelm him all at once.

As we get dressed, Dallas can't seem to keep his hands off me, despite his angry best friend downstairs. It's like after all the talking yesterday he's happier, lighter, and more like the boy I remember. If I thought for one moment, we had the time I'd let his hands wander and give us both the wake up we had planned.

We make our way downstairs hand-in-hand to find Landon, sitting at the kitchen island with coffee in front of him and his back to us.

"How long?" He asks, before we are even in his line of vision.

"Officially, since the last day of the tour," Dallas says.

"We had decided to tell you, when you got back from this trip. All we wanted was a few more weeks in our bubble."

"Who else knows?" Landon asks.

"Mason, and that's it," I tell him.

Landon looks right at Dallas, his voice even but angry. "You should have talked to me first!"

For some reason, this sets me off. We tried on the tour, but any time we looked at each other, as more than friends, he would go off on us. Did he really think we'd chance upsetting him, before we even knew what this was?

"Why, so you can tell him yet again he isn't good enough? Do you realize we have both been fighting this, since before his mom died? Do you understand how miserable you made us, because we didn't think we could have the other? Then, to tell Dallas he isn't good enough, because of choices he made, because you kept us apart?" I yell.

I know it isn't fair, but I'm so mad I want to hurt him. I want him to feel an ounce of what I've felt over him keeping us apart.

Dallas wraps his arm around me from behind. "Baby girl, don't. Don't say something you can't take back. We talked about this, and it's in the past. We are where we are meant to be. I have you now, you have me, and that's all that matters." Dallas's voice is steady, soft, and calm.

I take a deep breath and look back at Landon, who is watching us his face still full of rage.

"Why would we chance upsetting you, when we didn't even know what this was? I was the one who didn't want to tell you, because I knew you'd act like this, and Dallas and I are in a good place. I didn't want you to ruin it, like I knew you would. He's your best friend, the one you trust most in the world. If he isn't good enough for me, then who is?" I ask surprised at how steady I was able to keep my voice.

"No one!" Landon shouts.

I stumble back against Dallas's chest, almost like Landon slapped me. Dallas's grip on my hips tightens, a silent warning to think, before I speak.

He can't mean that, can he? I always thought no matter what, Landon had my best interests at heart, even when he made things difficult. But this? I don't want to believe he really thinks this.

"So, I'm supposed to die alone and miserable to make you happy? Fuck you, Landon." I break from Dallas's hold, grab my purse, and the first set of car keys I can and run out to the garage, ignoring Landon and Dallas, yelling behind me.

Seeing I grabbed the keys for Dallas's SUV, I hit the unlock button and leave, before one of them can stop me. Tears are rolling down my face, and I have to pull over, once I’m out of the neighborhood to get myself in order, so I can drive.

I take a few deep breaths and realize these aren't tears, because I'm hurt, they are tears of anger. The one quality of myself I have always hated was when I get really mad, I cry. And I can't remember the last time I was this mad at