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too late. Not only that, but her mom was the one who insisted that her funeral be planned around our shows, if at all possible. That is why the Neumann family would be loading into a vehicle shortly after noon to bring Rain to Denver so she wouldn't miss our show. It was thirty different types of screwed up, but it was the way their family functioned…or not.
Every little thing had me on edge as we rolled down the road. With every additional mile that separated me from Rain, I was less sure I had done the right thing by allowing her to tell me to stay on the bus. She was about to be hit upside the head with a two-by-four and I wouldn't be there to catch her.
Should've pulled the bike off the truck.
"Hey, what did that cabinet do to you?" Jon asked after the fifth door slammed. I couldn't help it; there was no part of this situation that was anywhere close to okay with me.
"I should be there with her today. I shouldn't have let her get in that car alone." I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping that if I closed my eyes tight enough, I wouldn't see her slumped over the steering wheel, crying. That image had replayed in my mind all morning.
Jon patted me on the back. "Look, I know how much she means to you, but you have to remember that you're doing what she wanted. What we want doesn't really matter right now."
"Yeah, but it's not like it would have hurt anything. We're still doing the show, with her, tonight. I could have put her on the back of the bike, we could have gone to see her family and then hit the road again."
"Ah, but she doesn't know that yet, does she? So, to get what you wanted, you would have had to do one of two things. Either tell her what Mark said or let her think we weren't playing tonight. The first would have left her with more questions than you could have answered and the second would have been lying to her." He stopped long enough to guzzle half his cup of coffee. "Tell me, oh wise pansy, which would have been the better option? Seems to me that either way she'd have been pissed off at you and that would be one more brick keeping you from her."
I hated it when he woke up making sense. "Yeah, but now she's by herself —"
"No, she has Mark. He seems like a good shit; he'll keep an eye on her until they get to Denver. Then, I highly suggest the two of you sit down and talk. Seriously, you're starting to make me wonder if you have a vagina with all the whining and pining you do over her. Either that, or you've had a piece you're not telling me about, and she has some sort of magical powers with hers."
Fucker. "Yeah, that'd be great timing. 'Hey, I know your mom just died, but how about you and me jump in the sack.' Somehow, I'm not thinking that's going to work any better than anything else I've tried. Maybe you were right before and I'm chasing after something I'll never have."
There weren't many people I could trust on the level I trusted Jon. For as much as he gave me a hard time about being a pansy or a chick, I knew it was just that, giving me crap, nothing more. I think he understood that this wasn't some immature infatuation or carnal attraction. My feelings for her ran deep from the day we met. There was something in her eyes that made me want to know more. As she grew to trust me, my need for her only intensified.
The bed felt cavernous without Rain next to me as I tried to take her advice and nap while we were still on the road. I tossed and turned in the dark, trying not to think about how things were going in Lexington.
When that didn't work, I went to the closet and found Rain's purple brocade corset. It was a bit more modest than most of the tops Tanya shoved her into and sexy as all hell on her. As much as I loved seeing her gentle curves hugged by leather, I figured denim would be more comfortable and less likely to freak out her family.
Shoes and boots of every style littered the bottom of the closet. Had Jon come back while I held pair after pair against
Every little thing had me on edge as we rolled down the road. With every additional mile that separated me from Rain, I was less sure I had done the right thing by allowing her to tell me to stay on the bus. She was about to be hit upside the head with a two-by-four and I wouldn't be there to catch her.
Should've pulled the bike off the truck.
"Hey, what did that cabinet do to you?" Jon asked after the fifth door slammed. I couldn't help it; there was no part of this situation that was anywhere close to okay with me.
"I should be there with her today. I shouldn't have let her get in that car alone." I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping that if I closed my eyes tight enough, I wouldn't see her slumped over the steering wheel, crying. That image had replayed in my mind all morning.
Jon patted me on the back. "Look, I know how much she means to you, but you have to remember that you're doing what she wanted. What we want doesn't really matter right now."
"Yeah, but it's not like it would have hurt anything. We're still doing the show, with her, tonight. I could have put her on the back of the bike, we could have gone to see her family and then hit the road again."
"Ah, but she doesn't know that yet, does she? So, to get what you wanted, you would have had to do one of two things. Either tell her what Mark said or let her think we weren't playing tonight. The first would have left her with more questions than you could have answered and the second would have been lying to her." He stopped long enough to guzzle half his cup of coffee. "Tell me, oh wise pansy, which would have been the better option? Seems to me that either way she'd have been pissed off at you and that would be one more brick keeping you from her."
I hated it when he woke up making sense. "Yeah, but now she's by herself —"
"No, she has Mark. He seems like a good shit; he'll keep an eye on her until they get to Denver. Then, I highly suggest the two of you sit down and talk. Seriously, you're starting to make me wonder if you have a vagina with all the whining and pining you do over her. Either that, or you've had a piece you're not telling me about, and she has some sort of magical powers with hers."
Fucker. "Yeah, that'd be great timing. 'Hey, I know your mom just died, but how about you and me jump in the sack.' Somehow, I'm not thinking that's going to work any better than anything else I've tried. Maybe you were right before and I'm chasing after something I'll never have."
There weren't many people I could trust on the level I trusted Jon. For as much as he gave me a hard time about being a pansy or a chick, I knew it was just that, giving me crap, nothing more. I think he understood that this wasn't some immature infatuation or carnal attraction. My feelings for her ran deep from the day we met. There was something in her eyes that made me want to know more. As she grew to trust me, my need for her only intensified.
The bed felt cavernous without Rain next to me as I tried to take her advice and nap while we were still on the road. I tossed and turned in the dark, trying not to think about how things were going in Lexington.
When that didn't work, I went to the closet and found Rain's purple brocade corset. It was a bit more modest than most of the tops Tanya shoved her into and sexy as all hell on her. As much as I loved seeing her gentle curves hugged by leather, I figured denim would be more comfortable and less likely to freak out her family.
Shoes and boots of every style littered the bottom of the closet. Had Jon come back while I held pair after pair against
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