Page 40 of Feuds and Interludes
I wanted him for my own.
I finally dozed off for several hours, waking when I felt Shane move next to me.
“Don’t wake up,” he whispered.
I grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving and pulled him down for a kiss.
“No matter what happens, Shane, you’re not alone.” I wanted to say more, but I knew he needed to get in the right headspacefor his meeting. I squeezed his hand and let go, gazing up at him from the bed.
He stared at me with his head cocked to the side. “How was I sowrongabout you?”
I grinned up at him and rolled onto my back with my arms over my head, letting the covers slide down below my belly button. “I have no idea, but I’d love to be wrong with you again.”
He shook his head, leaned down to kiss me, then bent farther, slid the blanket off my hip and laid another love bite on my hip bone, causing me to bow up off the mattress.
“Fuck,” I cried out. “That feels good. I love it.”
“Let’s do this again.” He pulled on his pants and shirt, then turned for the door. When he opened it, he looked back and his scowl had returned. “Thank you, Boone. See you later.”
I waved as he shut the door, and then I moaned, sinking into the bed. I stretched my arms above my head and wiggled my toes. I had time to rest, but I was vibrating with energy. I was concerned for Shane, but also needed to focus on my purpose here. We were done rehearsing and it was time to start laying tracks down.
Morrison was thrilled with the new songs, but my voice wasn’t cooperating yesterday. The plan today was no singing, just instrumentals, and there were a few guitar parts that I wasn’t completely solid on, including this guitar part on “Over The Moon” that Morrison suggested I add slide to. I hadn’t done a lot of work with a slide and it just wasn’t coming out the way I wanted. Probably I would have Morrison track that part…or maybe… Would Shane do it? Would he agree to play on a Stellar record?
That thought had me springing out of bed. I tripped over my shoes on my way to the bathroom, did my business, and then grabbed my guitar. I lost track of time and nearly missed breakfast. I called Gran on the way but got her voicemail.
“Hey Gran, I saw the flight for tomorrow was canceled. Everything okay? Call me. Mwah.”
I hurried up the steps and found Annie and Brandon finishing up their breakfast.
“Good morning, good mo-orning,” I said in a singsong voice.
Annie turned her head slowly and raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, Debbie Reynolds. I thought you weren’t singing today.” Her eyes widened when she looked at me.
“Oops,” I whispered. “Sorry I’m late.”
Brandon was finger-drumming on the table. “Not late yet, but you better hurry. I think Felix is closing up.”
I rushed over to grab food, which was scrambled eggs and bacon with some sort of biscuits that looked delicious.Perfect.Felix greeted me cheerfully, then his smile fell.
“Uh, you’ve got…” He pointed to his neck, but before I could ask, Leland shouted for me.
“Hurry up, Collins. More is ready for you.”
“Got it! Be right there.”
I said thanks to a bewildered-looking Felix and hurried over to my band.
As I sat down, they both stared at me.
“What?” I asked with a mouthful of eggs.
“Uh, Boone?” Brandon had stopped mid finger-drum. “Did you sleep with a vacuum cleaner last night?”
I frowned and shoved more food into my mouth, anxious to finish and get on with our day.
“Unless Rose was right and there really is a ghost in the lodge,” Annie said, picking up hers and Brandon’s trays. “Or a vampire.”
