Page 19 of High Note

“I do.” She sighed. “She’s out. She’s proud. And I’m not mean enough to even think about asking her not to be. But damn, I want to…to hit that up.”

“Well, have a vacation fling. Something wild and wonderful.”

“Sure.” Was that okay? Maybe it was. Maybe if she and Kirsten were up-front about it. Hell, Kirsten might not really even want that. But she could ask. What would it hurt?

Mich nodded. “Seriously. Who’s going to tell? None of us. Go to her. Bring her to us. We’re all about you being happy.”

“I know. I love you guys so much. There they go up on the lift.” She waved, though she knew her crew couldn’t see her.

“Look at them! Andi, come look. Brenda’s in the black, then Lucie and Greggo.”

“Neat!” Andi came to join them. “I love all these windows where we can see. Man, it looks cold out there.”

“I see adult hot chocolate in our future,” Skyla said.

Andi bounced. “Ooh… I’m all over that. Bring on the marshmallow vodka.”

“Right? I bet they have that at the bar…”

“Let’s just watch until we can’t see them anymore,” Mich said.

“Works for…” Skyla frowned. “Is someone dangling off the ski lift?”

“Oh my god.” Andi ran to the window. “What the hell is happening?”

Mich frowned. “That’s Lucie. Sky! Andi! That’sourLucie!”

More people rushed to look out the window, all making horrified noises.

“They’re too far up for her to just drop!”

Skyla pulled out her phone, calling 911. She was just giving all the details when she heard big engines revving and ski patrol vehicles moving at a super fast clip.

“Come on. Come on, Sky. We have to move. Now. I have to get you somewhere safe.” Mich grabbed her and started moving her. Getting her somewhere safe.

“What? Why? That’s Lucie!”

“I know, but you don’t need those people getting distracted by you, either. They need to help Lucie.”

“Oh god.” She nodded, ducking out, pulling the hood up on her parka so no one could see her face. She could go sit in a corner somewhere and wait for an update.

“Car or the?—”

A man in a suit and a resort tag came up to them. “Ms. Bridey,” he murmured, voice pitched low-low. “Come with me. I have a room for you to wait in.”

“Thank you.” She gulped, trying not to dissolve into tears or start yelling at people to help her friend out there. Everyone was rushing to do just that, so she followed him, Mich at her heels. Andi stayed behind, and she knew Andi would relay news.

“I’m Jack Wagner. Security. This will be a safe place to wait. I’ll be right outside the door, should you need me.”

“Thanks,” Mich said. “Do you think someone could get a couple of Diet Cokes?”

She almost laughed. Yeah, that was the war room drink of choice with her and her female band members and crew. The guys always wanted Dr Pepper.

“Of course. Right away, ma’am.”

So polite. Like her guitarist wasn’t about to fall to her death.

“She’s going to be okay,” Mich said immediately after the door closed.

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