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Authors: Mariah Stewart
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recent history I’m interested in hearing about, you know? I mean, I already heard all this from Jake, and right now, the part I want to hear about is—”
“What exactly did Jake tell you?”
Lindy put her fork down, sighed, and recited the salient points of the conversation.
“You went jogging with him down by the river. He took the long trail, you took the four-mile trail. You fell. He found you on the ground. You hurt your ankle. He came down the path and you were sitting there, and some scruffy guy with long hair was—”
“Well, he’s far from scruffy, and he doesn’t have long hair anymore.” Maggie laughed at Jake’s description of J.D. She should have guessed that, had Jake mentioned him, it wouldn’t have been in complimentary terms.
Lindy’s jaw dropped. “What are you saying?”
“He got a haircut,” Maggie said matter-of-factly.
“Who got a haircut?” Lindy’s eyes sparkled with curiosity-
“J.D.” Maggie continued to eat, barely looking up at her companion.
“Who is J.D.?” Lindy leaned halfway across the table.
“The guy I met on Sunday.” Maggie’s deliberate nonchalance was driving Lindy crazy.
“Let me get this straight. J.D. is the scruffy long-hair who came out of nowhere on Sunday and—?”
“He didn’t come out of nowhere. He came off a bus. Though I didn’t notice it at the time, I mean, I don’t remember seeing the bus, he just told me later—”
“What’d you do, give this guy your number while you were sitting there on the ground and—”
“No, he just sort of walked away.” Maggie looked at Lindy whose eyes were now saucer-sized. Maggie had enjoyed teasing her, but the lateness of the hour prevented her from carrying it any farther. She briefly related how she’d unexpectedly run into J.D. on Monday, how she’d seen him Monday night and then last night.
“Who’d ever believe it. Maggie Callahan, shacked up with the singer from a rock-and-roll band.” Lindy’s expression was sheer incredulity.
Maggie laughed and pushed her chair back. “It does sound a bit unlikely, I admit.”
“Unlikely isn’t even the word, Maggie. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of. He must be some guy.”
“He is.”
They walked back into the hallway and turned toward the steps. Hearing the opening drum solo and the wild response from the crowd, Maggie knew the band was onstage and beginning its performance. She half dragged Lindy, moving as quickly as she could through the congested concourse to the doorway to the box. They took their seats as J.D. began to play.
“That him?” Lindy whispered.
Maggie nodded.
“He looks short,” she observed, assessing the figure behind the keyboard.
“He’s not real tall,” Maggie nodded.
Lindy looked around the barely lit area. “Anyone here have binoculars, do you think? I want to get a good look at this guy.”
“You’ll see him later. Do not humiliate me by asking if anyone has binoculars, please.” Maggie giggled. “Just shut up and listen.”
J.D. was singing now, and Lindy raised her eyebrows to signal she liked what she heard.
“Guy’s really good,” whispered Lindy, “I mean, really good.”
“Yes. Now be quiet.”
They sat and listened, then stood and applauded with the rest of the audience when the ninety-minute set had con c luded. The enthusiastic crowd was loath to let the band leave the stage, and they played two more songs, then stood at center stage one last time to acknowledge the screaming ovation they received.
“The band is great, Maggie. And the girls at work were right. The guitar player is stunning.”
Maggie laughed. “Rick Daily. He’s a real character. And just about your speed.”
“Let’s go get a drink, Maggie. I am positively dying to hear the rest of this story.”
Maggie was deep in conversation with Lindy when J.D. entered the bar, his hair still wet from the shower he’d taken hastily in an effort to waste as little of his last night in
“What exactly did Jake tell you?”
Lindy put her fork down, sighed, and recited the salient points of the conversation.
“You went jogging with him down by the river. He took the long trail, you took the four-mile trail. You fell. He found you on the ground. You hurt your ankle. He came down the path and you were sitting there, and some scruffy guy with long hair was—”
“Well, he’s far from scruffy, and he doesn’t have long hair anymore.” Maggie laughed at Jake’s description of J.D. She should have guessed that, had Jake mentioned him, it wouldn’t have been in complimentary terms.
Lindy’s jaw dropped. “What are you saying?”
“He got a haircut,” Maggie said matter-of-factly.
“Who got a haircut?” Lindy’s eyes sparkled with curiosity-
“J.D.” Maggie continued to eat, barely looking up at her companion.
“Who is J.D.?” Lindy leaned halfway across the table.
“The guy I met on Sunday.” Maggie’s deliberate nonchalance was driving Lindy crazy.
“Let me get this straight. J.D. is the scruffy long-hair who came out of nowhere on Sunday and—?”
“He didn’t come out of nowhere. He came off a bus. Though I didn’t notice it at the time, I mean, I don’t remember seeing the bus, he just told me later—”
“What’d you do, give this guy your number while you were sitting there on the ground and—”
“No, he just sort of walked away.” Maggie looked at Lindy whose eyes were now saucer-sized. Maggie had enjoyed teasing her, but the lateness of the hour prevented her from carrying it any farther. She briefly related how she’d unexpectedly run into J.D. on Monday, how she’d seen him Monday night and then last night.
“Who’d ever believe it. Maggie Callahan, shacked up with the singer from a rock-and-roll band.” Lindy’s expression was sheer incredulity.
Maggie laughed and pushed her chair back. “It does sound a bit unlikely, I admit.”
“Unlikely isn’t even the word, Maggie. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of. He must be some guy.”
“He is.”
They walked back into the hallway and turned toward the steps. Hearing the opening drum solo and the wild response from the crowd, Maggie knew the band was onstage and beginning its performance. She half dragged Lindy, moving as quickly as she could through the congested concourse to the doorway to the box. They took their seats as J.D. began to play.
“That him?” Lindy whispered.
Maggie nodded.
“He looks short,” she observed, assessing the figure behind the keyboard.
“He’s not real tall,” Maggie nodded.
Lindy looked around the barely lit area. “Anyone here have binoculars, do you think? I want to get a good look at this guy.”
“You’ll see him later. Do not humiliate me by asking if anyone has binoculars, please.” Maggie giggled. “Just shut up and listen.”
J.D. was singing now, and Lindy raised her eyebrows to signal she liked what she heard.
“Guy’s really good,” whispered Lindy, “I mean, really good.”
“Yes. Now be quiet.”
They sat and listened, then stood and applauded with the rest of the audience when the ninety-minute set had con c luded. The enthusiastic crowd was loath to let the band leave the stage, and they played two more songs, then stood at center stage one last time to acknowledge the screaming ovation they received.
“The band is great, Maggie. And the girls at work were right. The guitar player is stunning.”
Maggie laughed. “Rick Daily. He’s a real character. And just about your speed.”
“Let’s go get a drink, Maggie. I am positively dying to hear the rest of this story.”
Maggie was deep in conversation with Lindy when J.D. entered the bar, his hair still wet from the shower he’d taken hastily in an effort to waste as little of his last night in
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