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Authors: Caisey Quinn
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new band now. Feels like infidelity somehow. “But we never got the chance to finish it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She uses the same tone she used to say she was sorry about Papa’s passing. I finally look into her eyes and see the genuine sympathy in them.
Robyn cares about me. I know this. I’ve always known this. I care about her, too, I do. As much as the only other women I’ve ever cared about, which is a short list limited to my mom, Nana, and little sister. But my life isn’t going to be the kind that allows for a wife and two kids and a picket fence, and she deserves that. So it’s time I got to the point, told her we’re cool and I’m going to put my big-boy pants on and call it a night, despite my dick’s dire protest.
“You don’t want to talk about it, I’m guessing.”
“No. I don’t. I actually asked you here because I wanted to let you know I’m going to do my best impression of a grown-up while we’re on this tour together. We both have jobs to do so let’s just do them.” Something akin to pain flashes in her eyes and I hate that my self-loathing bullshit is messing up our time together. I know that it’s almost over and I don’t want to end on a pissed-off note. “Sorry. It’s just that the writing—or lack thereof—is kind of a hot button issue right now. Mandy’s all over me about it, the label wants a single that can drop alongside the tour, and the goal is to launch an album immediately after so that I can headline my own tour.”
“Mandy’s all over you all right,” Robyn says without looking at me.
“What?”
Her eyes cut to mine. “Don’t act like you don’t notice, Superstar .”
Her lips are pressed together tightly and her arms are folded over her chest, forcing her ample breasts up just enough to shift my focus for a second.
I chuckle lightly, but the thoughts in my head are dark and dirty. God I get off on her jealousy.
I’ve never really seen it before, not like this. In high school everyone knew we were together, and while a stray cheerleader might have offered to do me a favor from time to time, I ignored them and Robyn knew I ignored them.
I’ll happily ease her mind about Mandy as well, but that’s a two-way street I don’t plan to travel alone. “You never answered my question about Wade.”
Kay places our check on the table and I lift it without taking my gaze from Robyn’s.
“And I’m not going to. Like you said, we both have jobs to do. I think we need to set some boundaries since we’re going to be working together.”
“Boundaries?” I fish a twenty and two fives out of my wallet. “Such as?”
“Appropriate topics of conversation, for starters. No more late night dinner dates, especially not where you pay as if we’re on a date. And no more looking at me like you’re . . .”
My mouth quirks up on one side. “Like I’m what, darlin’?”
“You know,” she hisses from across the table. “Stop it. Stop with the drawl and the darlin’ and the smoldery looks.”
“Or else?”
“We have a history, Dallas. And this isn’t easy for me, okay? There. I said it. This isn’t easy and I have to deal with it professionally or risk a career I’ve worked really hard for. You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed to get where I am. So stop toying with me for your own amusement. We’ve hurt each other enough for one lifetime, don’t you think?”
10 | Robyn
T HIRTY-THREE MINUTES.
That’s how long I made it before I said everything that I shouldn’t have. Loudly. And in a public place.
Fabulous.
At least I finished my pancakes before making a complete fool of myself. I can’t even look at him. He already put enough cash on top of the ticket for the bill and a generous tip so all I can do is slide out of the booth, dragging my dignity along with me. Pretty sure it’s somewhere around my ankles near the same location where Dallas Lark used to manage to relocate my panties.
“Robyn,” he calls out, but
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She uses the same tone she used to say she was sorry about Papa’s passing. I finally look into her eyes and see the genuine sympathy in them.
Robyn cares about me. I know this. I’ve always known this. I care about her, too, I do. As much as the only other women I’ve ever cared about, which is a short list limited to my mom, Nana, and little sister. But my life isn’t going to be the kind that allows for a wife and two kids and a picket fence, and she deserves that. So it’s time I got to the point, told her we’re cool and I’m going to put my big-boy pants on and call it a night, despite my dick’s dire protest.
“You don’t want to talk about it, I’m guessing.”
“No. I don’t. I actually asked you here because I wanted to let you know I’m going to do my best impression of a grown-up while we’re on this tour together. We both have jobs to do so let’s just do them.” Something akin to pain flashes in her eyes and I hate that my self-loathing bullshit is messing up our time together. I know that it’s almost over and I don’t want to end on a pissed-off note. “Sorry. It’s just that the writing—or lack thereof—is kind of a hot button issue right now. Mandy’s all over me about it, the label wants a single that can drop alongside the tour, and the goal is to launch an album immediately after so that I can headline my own tour.”
“Mandy’s all over you all right,” Robyn says without looking at me.
“What?”
Her eyes cut to mine. “Don’t act like you don’t notice, Superstar .”
Her lips are pressed together tightly and her arms are folded over her chest, forcing her ample breasts up just enough to shift my focus for a second.
I chuckle lightly, but the thoughts in my head are dark and dirty. God I get off on her jealousy.
I’ve never really seen it before, not like this. In high school everyone knew we were together, and while a stray cheerleader might have offered to do me a favor from time to time, I ignored them and Robyn knew I ignored them.
I’ll happily ease her mind about Mandy as well, but that’s a two-way street I don’t plan to travel alone. “You never answered my question about Wade.”
Kay places our check on the table and I lift it without taking my gaze from Robyn’s.
“And I’m not going to. Like you said, we both have jobs to do. I think we need to set some boundaries since we’re going to be working together.”
“Boundaries?” I fish a twenty and two fives out of my wallet. “Such as?”
“Appropriate topics of conversation, for starters. No more late night dinner dates, especially not where you pay as if we’re on a date. And no more looking at me like you’re . . .”
My mouth quirks up on one side. “Like I’m what, darlin’?”
“You know,” she hisses from across the table. “Stop it. Stop with the drawl and the darlin’ and the smoldery looks.”
“Or else?”
“We have a history, Dallas. And this isn’t easy for me, okay? There. I said it. This isn’t easy and I have to deal with it professionally or risk a career I’ve worked really hard for. You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed to get where I am. So stop toying with me for your own amusement. We’ve hurt each other enough for one lifetime, don’t you think?”
10 | Robyn
T HIRTY-THREE MINUTES.
That’s how long I made it before I said everything that I shouldn’t have. Loudly. And in a public place.
Fabulous.
At least I finished my pancakes before making a complete fool of myself. I can’t even look at him. He already put enough cash on top of the ticket for the bill and a generous tip so all I can do is slide out of the booth, dragging my dignity along with me. Pretty sure it’s somewhere around my ankles near the same location where Dallas Lark used to manage to relocate my panties.
“Robyn,” he calls out, but
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