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growled again.
“I don’t know. I can barely hear myself think over that racket.” He pushed Avery’s shoulder with his own. “We better feed that thing. How about sushi?”
“Raw fish? Gross!”
“Have you ever tried it?”
She shook her head. “Hey, don’t look so shocked, Mr. Rock Star. That stuff’s a little expensive for starving artists to afford. Most of us think we’re lucky to get a gourmet fast food meal every once in a while.”
Marcus’ gaze traveled slowly over Avery’s body. “You seem kind of thin. I’m guessing those ‘gourmet’ meals were few and far between, huh?”
Aware of his perusal, she blushed as if he’d touched her. “Yeah, we saved a lot of money by eating free club food after our shows. When we first moved to New York, I took a job working for a baker. The Kenyan friend I told you about. When I worked I ate a lot of my meals at her restaurant. Sangeeta’s a wonderful cook.”
“Well kid, you’re in the big leagues, now. It’s time you broadened your culinary horizons. No more club food, unless you just want it. Anyway, tonight’s my treat,” he said as Avery pulled back on the boots she’d shed earlier in the evening. “If you’re game, we’ll try my favorite sushi restaurant.”
“Ok, sure.”
Marcus took out his cell and called Ray, “Hey, man. Could you take us to Tojo’s? Sure, we’ll be down in ten minutes.” Standing up, he groaned. “My muscles are stiff from sitting for so long. Hey, I’m going to hit the john before we go,” he informed Avery as he exited the studio.
Avery took the opportunity to use the guest bathroom, thinking she’d better be more careful about her fluid intake in the future. This bathroom stuff could be tricky business. She definitely wanted to avoid urinals and men’s public restrooms for obvious reasons.
Avery couldn’t believe they had been working for the past eight hours. She was tired, but in a good way, and felt really psyched after coming up with such a great song. Everything just seemed to click. Musically, they were such a natural fit.
Waiting for Marcus to return, she stretched and stared out the windows, seeing the lights of West Vancouver twinkling in the distance. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous , indeed.
Hearing his footsteps, she turned around. He had on a ball cap, pulled down low over his forehead, and round wire rimmed glasses like Trevor wore. His street disguise, apparently. “Oh, no way anyone will recognize you now. Very incognito, dude.” She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be an ass, Avery. Come on, let’s go.”
WHEN THEY ARRIVED at Tojo’s, Ray escorted them to a private table up a staircase in the back of the restaurant. After he left, they took off their coats, and a waitress arrived greeting Marcus warmly. She gave Avery a funny look, but took their drink order and hurried off.
Marcus grabbed a pencil and began filling out their sushi order. “Do you like spicy?” he asked Avery.
“Sure, but listen, I’m going out on a limb here with this kind of food already, so I’m going to trust you. Go ahead and order whatever you think I’ll like.”
As Marcus concentrated on ordering, Avery tried to wrap her mind around her present circumstances. Just a few days ago she had been barely scraping by, and her life had been in danger. Now here she was gainfully employed and soon would have enough money to pay Campanella and then some. To top it all off, she was eating sushi with a celebrity so handsome and famous that he had to wear a disguise just to go to dinner. But after spending the whole day with him, she didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. Not really. Not anymore.
Vancouver was beginning to grow on her as well. It was like New York only less hectic and more scenic.
The waitress returned with their green tea. Marcus asked Avery a couple of questions and made some changes to their order based on her answers. He handed the completed menu to the waitress and she went
“I don’t know. I can barely hear myself think over that racket.” He pushed Avery’s shoulder with his own. “We better feed that thing. How about sushi?”
“Raw fish? Gross!”
“Have you ever tried it?”
She shook her head. “Hey, don’t look so shocked, Mr. Rock Star. That stuff’s a little expensive for starving artists to afford. Most of us think we’re lucky to get a gourmet fast food meal every once in a while.”
Marcus’ gaze traveled slowly over Avery’s body. “You seem kind of thin. I’m guessing those ‘gourmet’ meals were few and far between, huh?”
Aware of his perusal, she blushed as if he’d touched her. “Yeah, we saved a lot of money by eating free club food after our shows. When we first moved to New York, I took a job working for a baker. The Kenyan friend I told you about. When I worked I ate a lot of my meals at her restaurant. Sangeeta’s a wonderful cook.”
“Well kid, you’re in the big leagues, now. It’s time you broadened your culinary horizons. No more club food, unless you just want it. Anyway, tonight’s my treat,” he said as Avery pulled back on the boots she’d shed earlier in the evening. “If you’re game, we’ll try my favorite sushi restaurant.”
“Ok, sure.”
Marcus took out his cell and called Ray, “Hey, man. Could you take us to Tojo’s? Sure, we’ll be down in ten minutes.” Standing up, he groaned. “My muscles are stiff from sitting for so long. Hey, I’m going to hit the john before we go,” he informed Avery as he exited the studio.
Avery took the opportunity to use the guest bathroom, thinking she’d better be more careful about her fluid intake in the future. This bathroom stuff could be tricky business. She definitely wanted to avoid urinals and men’s public restrooms for obvious reasons.
Avery couldn’t believe they had been working for the past eight hours. She was tired, but in a good way, and felt really psyched after coming up with such a great song. Everything just seemed to click. Musically, they were such a natural fit.
Waiting for Marcus to return, she stretched and stared out the windows, seeing the lights of West Vancouver twinkling in the distance. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous , indeed.
Hearing his footsteps, she turned around. He had on a ball cap, pulled down low over his forehead, and round wire rimmed glasses like Trevor wore. His street disguise, apparently. “Oh, no way anyone will recognize you now. Very incognito, dude.” She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be an ass, Avery. Come on, let’s go.”
WHEN THEY ARRIVED at Tojo’s, Ray escorted them to a private table up a staircase in the back of the restaurant. After he left, they took off their coats, and a waitress arrived greeting Marcus warmly. She gave Avery a funny look, but took their drink order and hurried off.
Marcus grabbed a pencil and began filling out their sushi order. “Do you like spicy?” he asked Avery.
“Sure, but listen, I’m going out on a limb here with this kind of food already, so I’m going to trust you. Go ahead and order whatever you think I’ll like.”
As Marcus concentrated on ordering, Avery tried to wrap her mind around her present circumstances. Just a few days ago she had been barely scraping by, and her life had been in danger. Now here she was gainfully employed and soon would have enough money to pay Campanella and then some. To top it all off, she was eating sushi with a celebrity so handsome and famous that he had to wear a disguise just to go to dinner. But after spending the whole day with him, she didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. Not really. Not anymore.
Vancouver was beginning to grow on her as well. It was like New York only less hectic and more scenic.
The waitress returned with their green tea. Marcus asked Avery a couple of questions and made some changes to their order based on her answers. He handed the completed menu to the waitress and she went
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