Chapter Twenty
Bonnie
Bonnie’s phone rang while she was nursing a cup of coffee and pretending she wasn’t thinking about Vic for the tenth time that morning.
She didn’t recognize the number, but she answered anyway.
“Bonnie?This is Benny Jones from Occupy Yourself.Got a minute?”
Her stomach flipped.
“Yeah.What’s up?”
“We’re looking at adding some collaborative elements to the new record—layered guitars, some backing vocals, maybe a guest spot or two.Meg suggested you.Said you’d be perfect for a couple of tracks.You interested in coming in for a tryout?”
Bonnie stared at the wall, heart suddenly pounding.
Fuck.
Professional opportunity of a lifetime...colliding headfirst into the man she couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Yeah,” she said before her brain could talk her out of it.“I’m interested.”
***
She texted Meg beforeshe could overthink it.*Got a call from OY.They want me to audition for some collaborative stuff on the new record.You put my name in the hat, but are you still cool with that?*
Her reply came faster than Bonnie expected.*Hell yes.You’d kill it.Go get it.*
Her fingers were shaking as she typed out, *You sure?With Vic this could get...complicated.*
*You’re already complicated, Bonnie.Do the audition.If needed, but you won’t need me, I’ve got your back.*
She stared at the screen for a long moment, throat tight.Then she typed the only thing she could manage.
*Thank you.*
