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must be nice to be back in Cali. With all the shitty weather here and all.”
“Yeah, it’s sunny here.” Down to weather talk. How cliché.
I wanted to record his voice and listen to it over and over again. He sounded concerned, asking where we were and when we’d return. That had to be good, right?
“Okay, well…so I’ll see you soon then? Let me know when you’re back and we can talk some more.” Saul was back to business, his steady voice free of emotion. I wish mine were too, for I was about to break down in the middle of the baggage claim again. Just perfect.
“Alright.”
“Bye, Audrey.”
The line went dead before I could tell him goodbye, and I just held the phone for a while, not wanting to acknowledge that Saul was gone. I wanted him still, even on the line would be enough. To not have him close, his body, his warmth, was a killer. Any tiny piece of my love back would help me breathe again, instead of this feeling of just existing, just taking the steps like a robot caught in the routine.
“Hey, Sis, our bags are up. What are you doing?”
I pulled the phone from my ear and wiped an escaped tear that had smeared across the screen from it.
“That was Saul.” I stuffed the phone sadly into my purse. Letting out a long exhale, I gave her a sad smile.
Liz returned it before pulling me in for a tight hug.
“Everything okay with him?”
“Yeah, he says to let him know when we get back to talk some more.”
She leaned back, looking excited. “That’s good, right? See? He’ll come around. I know it. Come on, let’s get our stuff.”
God, I hoped she was right. Could we come back from the fall and get back on our feet, start where we left off again? If it was even possible, if there was just a tiny hiccup of a chance, I would take it. I’d do anything to get Saul’s love back. Life was a deep, dark, rank black hole without him.
I let her lead me to the carousel and took my bag from her fingertips as she reached out to grab our stuff. Three bags later, we were out on the taxi line, waiting our turn for a cab. First, we headed to our storage to pull our station wagon out while we were here. I wanted to check our rental house too, which sat vacant since we’d been on tour so often, but was still furnished with our stuff. I hoped it hadn’t been robbed. Though we had a house sitter who kept it clean and checked on it every now and then, I still worried that it would be trashed.
I couldn’t wait to go home first. That’s what it was. Home.
Chapter Thirteen
Liv
I opened the door to find not the person I was praying and hoping for, but someone who could possible get me to him. Maybe.
“Lonzo?”
“Don’t look so surprised, Miss Westing.” He tilted his head forward, lowering his shades to expose a pair of twinkling brown eyes. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure.” I motioned for him to enter. I was still grumpy from a nap. I hated travelling. It was exhausting and sucked the life out of me.
He entered the cool interior of our rental house and peered around our digs. I wasn’t going to the address he’d given me until later that evening when traffic wasn’t so crazy on that side of town. He knew where I was headed, so why was he at my doorstep?
“What are you doing here?”
“You’re still under the protection of the security detail of Jonas Esperanza until your new contract starts in eight months, much to his disdain.”
“What? I thought the contracts were already signed and we were through with Jonas.”
Lonzo’s jaw tightened, looking like this was a touchy subject. “Yeah, in about eight months. Noble Records is starting work on what you’ve recorded already right now, but have scheduled you to come in for revisions and new music in eight months. They wanted to keep it as smooth as possible and requested that security continue to be handled by Jonas until they can free up one of their top teams for you guys.” He tilted his head,
“Yeah, it’s sunny here.” Down to weather talk. How cliché.
I wanted to record his voice and listen to it over and over again. He sounded concerned, asking where we were and when we’d return. That had to be good, right?
“Okay, well…so I’ll see you soon then? Let me know when you’re back and we can talk some more.” Saul was back to business, his steady voice free of emotion. I wish mine were too, for I was about to break down in the middle of the baggage claim again. Just perfect.
“Alright.”
“Bye, Audrey.”
The line went dead before I could tell him goodbye, and I just held the phone for a while, not wanting to acknowledge that Saul was gone. I wanted him still, even on the line would be enough. To not have him close, his body, his warmth, was a killer. Any tiny piece of my love back would help me breathe again, instead of this feeling of just existing, just taking the steps like a robot caught in the routine.
“Hey, Sis, our bags are up. What are you doing?”
I pulled the phone from my ear and wiped an escaped tear that had smeared across the screen from it.
“That was Saul.” I stuffed the phone sadly into my purse. Letting out a long exhale, I gave her a sad smile.
Liz returned it before pulling me in for a tight hug.
“Everything okay with him?”
“Yeah, he says to let him know when we get back to talk some more.”
She leaned back, looking excited. “That’s good, right? See? He’ll come around. I know it. Come on, let’s get our stuff.”
God, I hoped she was right. Could we come back from the fall and get back on our feet, start where we left off again? If it was even possible, if there was just a tiny hiccup of a chance, I would take it. I’d do anything to get Saul’s love back. Life was a deep, dark, rank black hole without him.
I let her lead me to the carousel and took my bag from her fingertips as she reached out to grab our stuff. Three bags later, we were out on the taxi line, waiting our turn for a cab. First, we headed to our storage to pull our station wagon out while we were here. I wanted to check our rental house too, which sat vacant since we’d been on tour so often, but was still furnished with our stuff. I hoped it hadn’t been robbed. Though we had a house sitter who kept it clean and checked on it every now and then, I still worried that it would be trashed.
I couldn’t wait to go home first. That’s what it was. Home.
Chapter Thirteen
Liv
I opened the door to find not the person I was praying and hoping for, but someone who could possible get me to him. Maybe.
“Lonzo?”
“Don’t look so surprised, Miss Westing.” He tilted his head forward, lowering his shades to expose a pair of twinkling brown eyes. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure.” I motioned for him to enter. I was still grumpy from a nap. I hated travelling. It was exhausting and sucked the life out of me.
He entered the cool interior of our rental house and peered around our digs. I wasn’t going to the address he’d given me until later that evening when traffic wasn’t so crazy on that side of town. He knew where I was headed, so why was he at my doorstep?
“What are you doing here?”
“You’re still under the protection of the security detail of Jonas Esperanza until your new contract starts in eight months, much to his disdain.”
“What? I thought the contracts were already signed and we were through with Jonas.”
Lonzo’s jaw tightened, looking like this was a touchy subject. “Yeah, in about eight months. Noble Records is starting work on what you’ve recorded already right now, but have scheduled you to come in for revisions and new music in eight months. They wanted to keep it as smooth as possible and requested that security continue to be handled by Jonas until they can free up one of their top teams for you guys.” He tilted his head,
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