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He bypassed the lower deck and transferred the sacks of books into one arm and pressed his palm to the ID plate on the back door. He’d gone hog wild on the buying, but maybe he could lose himself in a book tonight instead of pacing the floors until sunrise.
He set the books on his table, uncapped his decanter of whisky, and splashed in a few fingers. He sipped, letting the bloom of heat and smoke fill his mouth. Now that he had three stripped down shows to design, his brain was in overdrive. He’d need more than just the usual songs. In fact, he needed something completely different. He picked up his phone and called his right hand guitarist in the band.
Zeke picked up on the first ring. “Is someone dead?”
“God, no.”
“Well, shit. Don’t scare a guy. You never use the damn phone.”
Logan dropped into his leather recliner and kicked out the foot rest. “If I had to text out all of this, it would take me longer than calling.”
“This ought to be good.” Zeke’s always sunny voice was back to full power.
“Where you holed up, son?”
“I started in Barbados and somehow ended up in Miami. There may have been a señorita involved.”
“Surprise.” He grinned. “You didn’t marry this one, did you?”
“Shadup.”
“Your track record speaks for itself.”
“Yeah, yeah. There is no ring on this finger, or hers. Lots of umbrella drinks though, which is how I probably ended up in Miami. You know how I am when rum is involved.”
He laughed. “I believe the word is malleable.”
“As modeling clay, my man,” Z said with a lusty sigh.
“So, you think you can come up a bit earlier? Say, morning instead of evening?”
“To the WF?”
“Yeah. I’m plotting something a little different.”
“Intriguing.”
“Could be.” Logan swiped a hand down his face. He might be an idiot for doing this, but the fact that he was actually excited told him to follow his gut.
“Can do, boss man.”
“Christ, Z.” They had started All the King’s Men together and yet Zeke insisted on playing second in every decision.
“I like calling you boss. Feels very Godfather. You know I’d kill for you, right?”
“Aw, hell. How much rum have you had?”
Zeke whistled. “Four umbrellas, no wait...five.”
Logan winced. He wanted Zeke to remember this conversation. “How about you switch out to water?”
“Señorita, cerveza por favor?”
“I said water, not beer, asshole.”
“It’s about the same here.”
“You’re in Miami, not Mexico.”
