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WhenIbring it over to her, she’s busy writing notes on a little notepad next to her.Shelooks up at me and smiles as she takes the mug. “Thanks.”
Aftertaking a sip, she closes her eyes and hums her approval. “Fora rock star, you make a mean cup of coffee.”
“Mightneed that skill if our next album flops.”
Shesnorts. “Idon’t think you’ll need to look for a barista job anytime soon.Yourmusic’s just getting better and better.”
Igrab my own coffee and sit next to her at the table, observing her as she clicks through emails.There’sa little crease between her brows as she concentrates, andIcan’t help but smile to myself, remembering how oftenI’dsee that little line in class or when we studied together.
“You’vegot a bunch of invitations here.I’llhave to go through them with you at some point so you can tell me what you want to attend and what you don’t.”
“Okay.We’llprobably avoid anything that’s out of state for now unless it’s through the record label.We’vegot the iHeartRadio festival at the end ofSeptember, but other than that, it’d be nice to stay in one place for a while.”
“Amusic festival?That’sexciting.”Shebeams at me over the laptop screen, her eyes bright.
Damn,Iwish she’d been here with us all along.She’smissed so much of this shit since the band took off.Hervisits over the last couple of years have all been brief, whichI’msure had something to do with her ex.Igot the impression he hatedBeauand me from the beginning.
Thefeeling was mutual.Eventhough, at the same time, a part of me was grateful she was in a committed relationship.Itmade things easier.
“Ifyou’re still here then—and hopefully you are—you can come with us.”
Someof the excitement fades from her face. “I’llhave to see howDad’sdoing without me.”
“I’msure he’ll miss you, but he’ll want you to have fun.Youknow that, right?”
Shenods but doesn’t respond, just goes back to scrolling through our emails.
Thefront door beeps, then swings open, andBeauwalks in carrying a large paper bag.Hegrins, holding it up. “Icome bearing gifts.”
Hedrops the bag on the table next toShae.
“Thatsmells amazing,” she says, reaching for it.
She’sright.Thescent of sugar and cinnamon and a hint of fruit reaches me whereI’msitting. “Youwent toTilly’s?”
Beausits on the other side ofShae. “Yeah.Figuredwe should celebrate our girl’s first morning with us.”
“Youdon’t have to take security with you?”Shaeasks, reaching into the bag and pulling out a massive appleDanish.
“Nope.IcalledTillyahead of time and parked out back.Shebrought it out to me.”
Shaeshakes her head, her lips tilting up. “Thepower of fame.”
“It’snot fame,ShaeBear.Let’sjust sayTillyis a fan of me, not our music.”Hegives her a self-satisfied smirk.
Shaewrinkles her nose and looks at theDanishshe’s holding. “Ihope you paid with something other than your sex appeal.”
“WhatifItold youIpaid her by doing this?”Helifts hisT-shirt, flashing his abs.
“I’dsay you short-changed her.”Shae’ssmile is mischievous. “Youdidn’t really, though, did you?”
Beaureaches for the bag, plunges his hand in, and pulls out an almond croissant. “Nah.”
Heshoves the bag at me, andIgrab another croissant.
Ilook back up just asShaetakes her first bite.
Shecloses her eyes and slumps back in her chair as an expression of utter bliss crosses her face. “Mmm, that’ssogood.”Sheswallows and licks her lips, making another way-too-sexual noise as she does and, my dick twitches in my jeans.
