Page 51 of Mad Boys


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“I don’t like Chinese,” I said absently. “Food poisoning when I was a kid. It just makes me want to vomit now.”

Her grimace made me shrug. “I don’t care if you get it, I just don’t like eating it.”

“Tacos?”

“You said you wanted Chinese.”

“Not if it’s going to make you puke.”

That was… nice. “I can go somewhere else. Here.” I thrust the music out at her and she took it slowly.

“You don’t have to go anywhere else…tacos are fine. Pizza is fine. We could go to the dining hall…” Then she made a face.

“You don’t like the dining hall?”

She shrugged. “Everyone is talking about the social this weekend.”

“Are you going?”

“I don’t know…last year I got paint dumped on me when I went, so maybe not.” With that, she flopped down onto her spot on the sofa with the music, her eyes on the page.

“I won’t let anyone do that this year.” That was totally Lachlan and Payton. I was pretty sure it had more to do with RJ and not her.

Mostly.

Still…

She didn’t say anything as she flipped through the music sheets. When she started to hum, I held my breath. Sweat prickled along my back. The humming went on for a lot longer than five minutes…

“That…” I said abruptly. “Go back and do that again.”

She glanced up at me. “What?” The slow, almost owlish blink. Had she forgotten I was here?

“That last couple of bars, hum them again.” It was a command, but…”Please?”

She backed up a few bars in the music then dropped into a lower octave as she hummed the same passage again.

“Different key.” That was what I was missing. “Take it lower…” I eyed the music pages she was holding.

Head tilted, she glanced from the music to me and then handed me the pages back. “Want to change it before I add the lyrics?”

Yes. “Thank you.” I retrieved my pencil before I took the other side of the sofa. I erased everything after the first third, then rewrote it, taking it into a lower key with each third until I got to the end.

When I finished, KC got up and went to her room. She returned with her guitar and settled back on the sofa. Spreading the music out in front of her on the table, she studied it for a moment.

I should go.

Then she started to play.

I really should go.

But I couldn’t move a muscle as her fingers danced over the strings, giving life to the music in my head.

Eighteen

KC

My phone vibrated as the messages came in while I was in the shower. I had to get the color depositing conditioner on and leave it while I washed the rest of me, so whoever wanted to blow my phone up would have to wait. I had to be ready to go when the car got here, and that meant stopping by Ramsey’s room to sign myself out.

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