Page 68 of Fractured Rhythm

“You are not settling. Stop overthinking it and tell me about all the sexing,” Holly said, sipping her wine.

“No. Just know that it’s wonderful and I may be sore in places I didn’t even know existed on my body,” I said. Then I grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved it in my mouth.

“More details, please.”

“Sorry. Can’t. Mouth full,” I said around my large bite of perfectly cooked New York-style pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, and sliced meatball pizza.

“That’s what she said,” Holly sang as she did a little hip shimmy on the sofa next to me before grabbing her own slice.

“Shut up,” I muttered after I finished my pizza, ignoring her chuckle.

“Why did you wish you’d blown off your date?” I caught the glimmer in her eye. “Seriously, Hols, is your mind ever out of the gutter?”

“Nope,” she said. “It’s a great place to be; why should I leave it?”

I laughed. “Anyway, so how was the date?”

“Awful. Boring. He just wanted to talk about work and he’s an accountant. Blah, blah, numbers, blah, spreadsheets,” she said, waving her hand.

“You’re an accountant, Hols.”

“Yes. Forensic accounting. Way more fun than regular accounting.”

“A spreadsheet is a spreadsheet.”

“Oh, you have no idea how wrong you are.”

“Okay, and how did you meet this one?”

“One of my coworkers thought we’d hit it off. She was wrong,” Holly said. “I mean, do I come across as wanting to date someone dull?”

I laughed. “No, but I’ve never seen you at work. You could be all serious. Ooh, look at the numbers on this spreadsheet,” I teased.

“Whatever. Tell me more about dreamy Bash,” Holly said.

Then my phone buzzed with an incoming text, Bash’s name flashing on the screen.

“Speaking of,” Holly started.

“I’ll look at it later.”

“No. Respond and tell him you’re having a movie night with your bestie and he can come over tomorrow.”

Bash:Tour is set for two weeks from now. Ten days. The first weekend we’ll be at Connors. I made sure that was a Friday show. We can drive up that morning, and I’ll have you back in the office by Tuesday, unless you want to spend the entire tour with us.

I stared at the message. I wanted to go, and he was working around my schedule, making the home trip over a weekend, but was I getting ahead of myself?

“What does he want?”

“For me to go on tour,” I said.

Her eyes widened. “Seriously? Steelwolf is going on tour? Already?”

“Yeah. They’re doing a surprise show at the bar in our hometown to kick it off. Not sure when tickets will be announced, so don’t say anything to anyone yet.”

“Awesome. I’ll need tickets.”

I laughed. “Definitely. They’re doing local shows through New York and Connecticut. Maybe ten shows over three weeks.”

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