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than you.”
“Yeah.” I sigh as I sit on the bed.
Too fast. Head spin. Oh dear.
“What time's your check out?”
“Ten. Uh, I don't know, maybe eleven. Shit what time is it?”
“Eight.”
I groaned as I got up from the bed again, my head was thumping hard but I had to pack and dress. Yep. That one might be handy.
“So what are you doing today?”
I stopped sorting through my clothes, wondering why he was asking.
“Going home.” I shrugged. “Not sure. Why?”
“Just wondering what was going to happen.”
I found some underwear and quickly flicked them on. This wasn't good, was it? This was something that we had never talked about, living together. Shit, we're married, we're supposed to live together.
“You know, cuz you live in LA and I..”
“Live here.”
“Yeah.”
I pulled on the jeans I had found and a black racer back top, sitting on the floor to put my awesome Fendi ankle boots on.
“What do you want to do Evan? Tell me Evan. What do you want?”
“My wife with me always.”
I lifted my head, Evan was completely dressed. Wow, silent and fast. He shrugged and knelt down at my feet, his face getting more and more sad by the second. My phone rang. Damn who turned up the volume? I sneered at the name, Bill. So of course I ignored it.
“Come to LA. Let me sort out my life and then we can sort everything else out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm in the middle of negotiating my next movie, these couple of days down here isn't going to go over too well, so I need to deal with it.”
“But my band?”
“Would only be a few hours by car.”
His lips pursed with a smile. “Yeah okay.”
Evan sat on the floor with me as we folded the clothes and packed the bags. I had gone through everything and decided that I really had spent too much money. Not that it would really affect my bank account.
But it wasn't the way that I was raised. My parents were not rich people, we lived a reasonable life but that was because they were always careful with their money.
Which of course they had instilled in us, be cautious with everything and plan for the long term. No one knows what tomorrow will bring and it might not be rainbows and clear skies forever.
I had taken their fine example of budgeting and planning and ensured that I would never go without. Nest eggs and long term plans were in place, all while spoiling myself just a little.
Zeke said I was a tight ass and needed to loosen up a little. It was his way of saying that I needed to lavish a little monetary love on him. He didn't need to say it, I'd always spoil the brat rotten even if my parents didn't want me to.
Evan and I dragged my bags to the front door, Seph and Jaxon were helping the porter put the bags onto the trolley.
“So, this afternoon?” Evan asked as his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Absolutely. Don't be late.”
He kissed me with a soft scraping of his lips over mine, leaving me yearning for more. That was intentional, the promise of an afternoon in my bed was whispered in my ear.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning as he returned my hug. If my days were like these then I could grow old a really happy woman.
Chapter Nine
I woke from my sleep, Seph had pulled into a gas station to fill up and eat. We had only been apart for a couple of hours and already I missed Evan. He was going to pack some clothes and drive down in his own car. Of course, I would imagine that Jaxon will be joining him. He seemed pretty attached to Seph.
I rubbed my eyes and pulled down my glasses. The sun was far too bright for me. As she filled the car, I went into the little cafe, hoping that coffee might wake me. The magazine rack in front of the counter was littered with tabloid magazines and yours truly was the head liner. I took one of each and ordered coffees for Seph and I, then found a table.
The first one was pictures from Seph's twitter account, the whole trip was time lined. Far out. Me in the hotel room, me in the
“Yeah.” I sigh as I sit on the bed.
Too fast. Head spin. Oh dear.
“What time's your check out?”
“Ten. Uh, I don't know, maybe eleven. Shit what time is it?”
“Eight.”
I groaned as I got up from the bed again, my head was thumping hard but I had to pack and dress. Yep. That one might be handy.
“So what are you doing today?”
I stopped sorting through my clothes, wondering why he was asking.
“Going home.” I shrugged. “Not sure. Why?”
“Just wondering what was going to happen.”
I found some underwear and quickly flicked them on. This wasn't good, was it? This was something that we had never talked about, living together. Shit, we're married, we're supposed to live together.
“You know, cuz you live in LA and I..”
“Live here.”
“Yeah.”
I pulled on the jeans I had found and a black racer back top, sitting on the floor to put my awesome Fendi ankle boots on.
“What do you want to do Evan? Tell me Evan. What do you want?”
“My wife with me always.”
I lifted my head, Evan was completely dressed. Wow, silent and fast. He shrugged and knelt down at my feet, his face getting more and more sad by the second. My phone rang. Damn who turned up the volume? I sneered at the name, Bill. So of course I ignored it.
“Come to LA. Let me sort out my life and then we can sort everything else out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm in the middle of negotiating my next movie, these couple of days down here isn't going to go over too well, so I need to deal with it.”
“But my band?”
“Would only be a few hours by car.”
His lips pursed with a smile. “Yeah okay.”
Evan sat on the floor with me as we folded the clothes and packed the bags. I had gone through everything and decided that I really had spent too much money. Not that it would really affect my bank account.
But it wasn't the way that I was raised. My parents were not rich people, we lived a reasonable life but that was because they were always careful with their money.
Which of course they had instilled in us, be cautious with everything and plan for the long term. No one knows what tomorrow will bring and it might not be rainbows and clear skies forever.
I had taken their fine example of budgeting and planning and ensured that I would never go without. Nest eggs and long term plans were in place, all while spoiling myself just a little.
Zeke said I was a tight ass and needed to loosen up a little. It was his way of saying that I needed to lavish a little monetary love on him. He didn't need to say it, I'd always spoil the brat rotten even if my parents didn't want me to.
Evan and I dragged my bags to the front door, Seph and Jaxon were helping the porter put the bags onto the trolley.
“So, this afternoon?” Evan asked as his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Absolutely. Don't be late.”
He kissed me with a soft scraping of his lips over mine, leaving me yearning for more. That was intentional, the promise of an afternoon in my bed was whispered in my ear.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning as he returned my hug. If my days were like these then I could grow old a really happy woman.
Chapter Nine
I woke from my sleep, Seph had pulled into a gas station to fill up and eat. We had only been apart for a couple of hours and already I missed Evan. He was going to pack some clothes and drive down in his own car. Of course, I would imagine that Jaxon will be joining him. He seemed pretty attached to Seph.
I rubbed my eyes and pulled down my glasses. The sun was far too bright for me. As she filled the car, I went into the little cafe, hoping that coffee might wake me. The magazine rack in front of the counter was littered with tabloid magazines and yours truly was the head liner. I took one of each and ordered coffees for Seph and I, then found a table.
The first one was pictures from Seph's twitter account, the whole trip was time lined. Far out. Me in the hotel room, me in the
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