“Vic, it’s Meg,” the woman said, as if he didn’t have her in his phone.She sounded a little harried.“You got plans tonight?”
“Nothing that can’t move.What’s up?”
“Bonnie Dupont’s regular drummer for her band Blazeborn came down with the flu.She’s got a gig at The Frame Shop tonight and really doesn’t want to cancel.You free to sit in?”
Vic wiped grease off his hands.“Bonnie...the one who plays with that blues-rock outfit?”
“Yeah.She’s good.Real good.You in?”
“I’m in.”
Chapter Eleven
Bonnie
The Frame Shop was a smoky, low-ceilinged dive that smelled like beer and history.By the time the promised drummer arrived, the place was already packed.The band was finishing their sound check when he walked up to the stage carrying his sticks.
She spotted him immediately.
Bonnie felt like she was all sharp edges and confidence.She knew she looked good tonight, her dark hair with a few wild streaks of red, ripped jeans, a black tank top that showed off her strong, toned arms, and eyes she saw every day in the mirror that looked like they’d seen everything and still dared the world to try her.She gave him a quick once-over, then arched a brow.
“You’re the guy Meg vouched for?”
“Vic Montrose.”He offered his hand.
She took it, grip firm and no-nonsense.“Bonnie.My guy’s out sick.You know our set?”
“I listened to your last three albums on the way over.I’ve got it.”
Something flickered in her chest—surprise, maybe a little challenge.“We’ll see.”
***
Vic
The lights went down, and the crowd roared.
