Page 57 of Roaring Fork Rockstar

“Good to know.” He chuckled, but then his expression grew more serious and he rested his elbows on his knees. “Now that you mention having these visions or whatever, I’m wondering if there’s more to all this than we’ve realized.”

The flames intensified, casting shadows across the cabin walls. “Like what?”

“Maybe Mom’s trying to communicate with you.”

I barked out a laugh. “From beyond the grave? Come on, Cord.”

He shrugged, unperturbed by my skepticism. “Stranger things have happened. And you’re the one having prophetic dreams.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic, annoying as it was. “Either way, I’ll be more careful about documenting my performances. Make sure there’s no question that I’m meeting the requirements.”

“Good idea.” Cord stood, heading for the door. “One more thing—Sam wanted to know if you’re okay with her going to Denver tomorrow.”

The reminder stung. “Why?”

Cord studied me. “Why what?”

“I guess you shared my reaction with her.”

He picked up his hat and stuck it on his head. “Juni did.”

I raised a brow. So Cord told Juni, Juni told Sam. Had Sam told Keltie? “Not really my call, is it?” I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice, but something must have shown in my expression.

“For what it’s worth,” Cord said, his hand on the doorknob, “I think Keltie would want you there if she thought she could ask.”

With that cryptic statement, he left, the door closing quietly behind him.

I stood in my cabin, suddenly unable to remain apart from Keltie and Luna for another minute. Decision made, I grabbed my keys and headed out into the cold afternoon.

Keltie’s houseglowed warmly against the approaching dusk as I pulled into her driveway. I sat in my truck briefly, mustering my resolve before walking to the front door and knocking.

Her face when she opened the door was a mixture of surprise and—to my relief—genuine pleasure. “Holt! I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I probably should have called,” I stammered. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, not at all. Come in.” She moved aside, allowing me into the entryway. “Luna’s watching a movie. She’ll be thrilled to see you.” Keltie glanced at where her daughter was stretched out on the sofa. “Or she would be if she hadn’t fallen asleep.”

I followed her into the dining room, noticing the scattered papers on the table.

“I’ve been trying to get organized for tomorrow,” she explained. “Making sure I have everything we need for the appointment.”

“Let me help,” I offered, moving to sit in the chair beside her. “I’m pretty good at checklists.”

She raised a brow. “You are?”

My cheeks flushed. “Organization is kind of my thing. People don’t expect it because of the whole musician vibe, but I like having my ducks in a row, as they say.”

Keltie handed me a notepad with a half-completed list. “Be my guest.”

For the next twenty minutes, we worked together, creating a checklist of everything she might need—medical records, insurance information, comfort items for Luna, and snacks for the drive.

“This is really helpful,” Keltie said when we finished. “Thank you.”

I steeled myself for what I needed to say next. “Cord told me Sam’s going with you tomorrow.”

Keltie’s expression clouded. “Yes, she offered when I mentioned the appointment the other night at the Goat. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” I said quickly, though the hurt lingered. “I understand why you’d want her there.” I took a deep breath. “Iwant you to know I’d like to be there too. For both of you. But I understand if that’s not what you want.”

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