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phone that I almost raised my fingers to my face to wipe it. “What happened? Tell me everything, hon.”
“We were…”
What had happened?
I cuddled closer to Rascal and shouldered the phone. “I went to visit. And we…” Letting my head fall back to the headboard, I watched the wall sconce on the wall over it blur. Now I did lift my finger and wipe a stray tear. “We had a good visit. And then he just went ballistic and turned on me. I was showing him a video of the stuff Seth is teaching me.”
“Why’d he lose his mind over Seth?”
“Because he assumed it was Colt teaching me the new stuff.”
“And when you told him it wasn’t?”
“Fuck him, just fuck him.”
“You didn’t tell him Colt has been on tour over a month?”
“If he doesn’t trust me then―”
“I know. Fuck him!”
My eyes burned and brimmed again, and when they flooded over and spilled down my face, I hiccupped out a “Fuck it all.” Through fresh sniffles, I croaked, “Want to come over tomorrow? Get drunk by the pool?”
Rascal edged close and rested his head across my leg. I cast my eyes about, looking for a tee shirt or anything near I could use on my dripping nose. Finally, I drew the edge of the sheet up and was too depressed to feel repulsed by the action. Forcing a deep breath through my mouth, I tried to calm myself, and wondered if her call had dropped.
Ivy’s words dripped with empathy. “Scarlette, I’m not in town. But I’ll be home Tuesday morning. Do you want to do something after your class? Are you going to class?”
“Where are you?” Another swipe at my nose while I tried to remember if Ivy had mentioned Bradley on location.
Again the seconds seemed long before Ivy chirped, “Auditioning. I’ll tell you all about it Tuesday. But you can call me anytime. In fact, call me when you wake up in the morning?”
I agreed. After hanging up, I placed the phone on the giant pillow next to me. The one with Rascal’s head on the corner instead of Gage’s. I reached for the lamp and then changed my mind. The house seemed emptier than it had since his leaving, and I was glad, not for the first time, of the bodyguard who was less than a minute and a panic button away.
Chapter 12
K icked back in the desk chair, feet propped on an open drawer, Gage assaulted the guitar strings. When the high E snapped, he welcomed the sting to his hand. Ignoring the hanging string, he continued, the beat battering his eardrums through the headphones.
The blinking of his phone caught his eye. He couldn’t deal with Scar. Worry, however, had him setting aside the instrument and swinging his legs to the floor. He didn’t want to disregard her reaching out in an emergency situation.
Instead of a text from Scar, he found one from Colt. Two words. Call. Me.
And he was just mad enough to do that. Carrying the phone, he marched down the hall since there was little or no signal in the ‘guest’ rooms as they were called.
Pacing just outside the common room, he glared at the twinkling stars and placed the call.
Mid ring, Colt answered with a “What the hell is going on?”
So Scarlette
had
gone running to Colt, either literally or with a phone call. The knowledge cut like a knife and twisted in his gut. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what? Have you lost your fucking mind? Why the hell would you do this shit to Scarlette?”
“The second I’m out of here you better watch yourself. I’m coming for you! I will fuck you up, motherfucker!”
“You know I’m not even home, right? There was a cancellation in the metal tour that passed on us during your last rehab stint and we’re on it.”
Fuck
.
Fuck so many things
.
“Fire Flight?” Immediately after kicking him out, they’d gone on tour?
“Are you hearing what I’m saying? Seth is teaching her guitar.
Seth
! Not fucking me! Scarlette is a fucking mess. You need to fix this shit now!”
His relief upon knowing the truth was as great as his guilt.
“We were…”
What had happened?
I cuddled closer to Rascal and shouldered the phone. “I went to visit. And we…” Letting my head fall back to the headboard, I watched the wall sconce on the wall over it blur. Now I did lift my finger and wipe a stray tear. “We had a good visit. And then he just went ballistic and turned on me. I was showing him a video of the stuff Seth is teaching me.”
“Why’d he lose his mind over Seth?”
“Because he assumed it was Colt teaching me the new stuff.”
“And when you told him it wasn’t?”
“Fuck him, just fuck him.”
“You didn’t tell him Colt has been on tour over a month?”
“If he doesn’t trust me then―”
“I know. Fuck him!”
My eyes burned and brimmed again, and when they flooded over and spilled down my face, I hiccupped out a “Fuck it all.” Through fresh sniffles, I croaked, “Want to come over tomorrow? Get drunk by the pool?”
Rascal edged close and rested his head across my leg. I cast my eyes about, looking for a tee shirt or anything near I could use on my dripping nose. Finally, I drew the edge of the sheet up and was too depressed to feel repulsed by the action. Forcing a deep breath through my mouth, I tried to calm myself, and wondered if her call had dropped.
Ivy’s words dripped with empathy. “Scarlette, I’m not in town. But I’ll be home Tuesday morning. Do you want to do something after your class? Are you going to class?”
“Where are you?” Another swipe at my nose while I tried to remember if Ivy had mentioned Bradley on location.
Again the seconds seemed long before Ivy chirped, “Auditioning. I’ll tell you all about it Tuesday. But you can call me anytime. In fact, call me when you wake up in the morning?”
I agreed. After hanging up, I placed the phone on the giant pillow next to me. The one with Rascal’s head on the corner instead of Gage’s. I reached for the lamp and then changed my mind. The house seemed emptier than it had since his leaving, and I was glad, not for the first time, of the bodyguard who was less than a minute and a panic button away.
Chapter 12
K icked back in the desk chair, feet propped on an open drawer, Gage assaulted the guitar strings. When the high E snapped, he welcomed the sting to his hand. Ignoring the hanging string, he continued, the beat battering his eardrums through the headphones.
The blinking of his phone caught his eye. He couldn’t deal with Scar. Worry, however, had him setting aside the instrument and swinging his legs to the floor. He didn’t want to disregard her reaching out in an emergency situation.
Instead of a text from Scar, he found one from Colt. Two words. Call. Me.
And he was just mad enough to do that. Carrying the phone, he marched down the hall since there was little or no signal in the ‘guest’ rooms as they were called.
Pacing just outside the common room, he glared at the twinkling stars and placed the call.
Mid ring, Colt answered with a “What the hell is going on?”
So Scarlette
had
gone running to Colt, either literally or with a phone call. The knowledge cut like a knife and twisted in his gut. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what? Have you lost your fucking mind? Why the hell would you do this shit to Scarlette?”
“The second I’m out of here you better watch yourself. I’m coming for you! I will fuck you up, motherfucker!”
“You know I’m not even home, right? There was a cancellation in the metal tour that passed on us during your last rehab stint and we’re on it.”
Fuck
.
Fuck so many things
.
“Fire Flight?” Immediately after kicking him out, they’d gone on tour?
“Are you hearing what I’m saying? Seth is teaching her guitar.
Seth
! Not fucking me! Scarlette is a fucking mess. You need to fix this shit now!”
His relief upon knowing the truth was as great as his guilt.
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