Page 105 of Voice to Raise
As we were wending our way through the crowd, I grabbed Spencer’s arm. “Oh God, isn’t that Jameson Crow from Corvus Rising?” I pointed to the tall, solidly built man. His long, dark hair was tied back, and I would’ve recognized that profile anywhere.
Spencer chuckled quietly. “Did you seriously just ask me that question?”
By the time his meaning sank in, Jameson had melted back into the crowd. “Okay, if I can find him later, I’m going to—”
“Ask him for an autograph?” Spencer clutched my hand as we followed the rather-tall Thornton through the crowd.
“Maybe ask him about his vocals. He and Val are amazing.”
“That’s fair. Of course, I’ve never heard of Corvus Rising.”
“You need an education on all things rock’n’roll.”
“Only if you’re the one teaching me. My ears are still ringing.”
He really should’ve been wearing earplugs.
Hopefully Mama had.
Oh God, I’m worrying about hearing loss.
Who knew I’d be all grown up at twenty-eight?
Axel greeted us at the door of the bus and beckoned us in.
Yes, the fit with two bands, husbands, fiancés, a baby, and Mama was tight.
Celebratory and jovial were the two words I’d use. Grindstone toasted our success—with sparkling apple cider—and Pauletta made predictions about our future prospects.
As we ate the most delicious lasagna, she reported on the number of sales of our new album, dropped just over an hour ago.
Numbers that staggered me and far exceeded sales of our last album.
Spencer nuzzled my ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I turned to give him a quick, hard kiss. “Worth the time apart?”
“Completely.”
“No nookie.” Mama shook her fork at us.
Spencer wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
I leaned into his touch. Even after being home for several months, I never could get enough of it.
“We’ll save it for the tent.” My fiancé grinned.
“You two need to marry.”
I blinked at Mama as I stilled. We’d never discussed a date. After my wonky, awkward proposal, the band had been sofocused on today—tonight, specifically—that we’d never really discusseda date.
“I’d marry him tonight if I could.” He tightened his grip on my shoulder.
“You could drive to Reno. Or Vegas.” Axel grinned. “As long as you’re back to watch our show tomorrow night.”
“Sounds…possible.” Spencer gazed at me.
I shook my head. “Family and friends. Small and intimate—but family and friends.”
