“Endless Motion.”
Now,themI had heard of. Heidi talked about them all the time. She had a mega-crush on their lead singer, which meant she probably knew who Pushing Limits was. Now that I thought about it, the name did sound vaguely familiar. Maybe she had mentioned them a few times, but because they weren’t country music, I hadn’t paid a whole lot of attention to what she’d told me.
“So you’re not on tour right now?” I asked, remembering how he had said he couldn’t get a dog because his job involved a lot of traveling.
“We have a week off, and Jared, our guitarist, got married yesterday afternoon.”
“And that’s why you were able to check on me after my brother called you?”
He nodded.
“And that’s why you can spend the day in Desert Springs?”
Again he nodded. “Maybe even tomorrow too. I figured I could use a minivacation before we get back to touring, and this place seems as good as any.”
Made sense.
“Do you enjoy it?” I asked. “The touring?”
Bernie stopped, almost yanking my arm out of my shoulder because I wasn’t paying attention to him. He lowered his head, nose to the ground, sniffing.
“I do,” Mason said as we waited for Bernie to start moving again. “It’s a great way to meet the fans. The industry is crazy, but the music and the fans are the real thing. They make everything worth it.”
I’d have to take his word for that.
“Is that your favorite part about what you do?”
He didn’t even have to think a moment before answering. “Well, that and being with my brothers—more specifically, my bandmates. They mean everything to me. They’re my family.”
Bernie finished sniffing and lumbered onward, his pace that of an elderly woman with a walker.
No, correction—the woman would have moved faster.