Page 56 of High Note

“I—” Skyla stared up at her, wide-eyed, cheeks red as roses.

Skyla held up her phone and plastered across the screen were texts.

Brenda.

Andi.

Mich.

Mama.

Daddy.

Granny.

Geoff.

The texts went on and on.

“Oh, dammit.” What was she supposed to say? What was the right tact to take? “It wasn’t like we were making out on stage, honey. You were at a pizza joint in a tourist town.”

“You and I both know better.”

Yeah, well, now so did everyone else, obviously. Christ.

“What can I do?”

One of the cats headbutted her, and she bent down and scooped it up.

“I don’t know. Nothing? We can’t do anything at this point. We just have to ride it out. It just went viral quick.” Skyla’s eyes were landing everywhere but at her.

“Well, like I said, I wasn’t eating you out in front of the audience. It wasn’t dirty. We were playing music.” And she wasn’t going to be ashamed of it.

Hadn’t Skyla said a few minutes ago not to worry about it? That it was no big deal?

She was fairly sure that was what she’d heard.

“I know! I do. I just didn’t expect—this. I didn’t expect for hashtag lesbian hoe-down to be trending.”

“Is Twitter still a thing?”

She tapped on her phone screen a few times, then held it out so Kirsten could see.

They weren’t making out, no, but they did share a kiss at the bar after their set was over.

“Do you know who took this?”

Kirsten shrugged. “How would I know?”

Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t know everyone in Summit Springs. Not even close.

“You’ve worked at this place how long? Ten years? Fifteen?”

“I’m not that old! Jesus. Fifteen years. What is wrong with you?” She went to fill the Keurig up with water. “I didn’t notice anyone filming us.”

Maybe she could figure out who was waiting that section, but even if she did, who knew who was there?

And it wasn’t illegal. They were performing. It was a public place, a public performance.

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