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“I would.” I shrugged.
“What?”
“If the woman I loved said ‘me or the road,’ I’d pick her.”
He let out a defeated laugh. “Easy for you to say. Your girl works with us and comes along.”
“Cee isn’t my girl.” Yet. “And if you want to take Maddie with us, just take her with us. Nobody would give a shit. We want you in the band, but no one is going to be mad if you pick her instead of us.”
Tom just nodded, letting out a sigh.
I clapped him on the back. “I’m going to my room. You should go to yours before you pass out here.”
As I walked to the elevator a second time, I felt a smile creep up my face with thoughts of Cee. My fingers itched to text her again. I wanted to bask in the feeling I had earlier when she was in my arms. I needed to tell someone about that amazing kiss, and she was the one I wanted to tell, despite the fact she was there.
Slow. Don’t smother the woman.
I stepped off the elevator on my floor and opened the door to my room, just a few down from Cee’s. Before entering, I stared at her door, wishing I was going into her room instead of my own. My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Cee: Night.
I shouldn’t have had this butterfly feeling from such a simple text, one we’d sent a million times before, but I did.
And I hoped like hell that someday I could do something about it.
Sixty-Four
Cee
Wyatt woke up with the sun like a child possessed by a tornado. I threw my pillow over my head and pleaded with the pint-sized terror to chill out. Before going to sleep, I made sure the blackout curtains were closed up tight in hopes he would sleep in, but a glance at the clock showed six-thirty.
“Can we go find Gee? He said we would have waffles.”
This got my attention. “When did he say that?”
“He said if I was good, we could have waffles for breakfast. With nutella even though Candi says that’s not breakfast, it’s a snack,” he explained, his face mere inches from mine.
“There’s no way Gee is awake yet, buddy. It’s barely daytime.”
He scrunched his nose and pouted. “He will wake up then. Can I have your phone? I’ll call him.”
“You’ll call him?” I asked.
“Yeah. On the FaceTime. I always call him.”
This was news to me. “You call him on the FaceTime? Using whose phone?”
“Candi’s phone. Sometimes Mason’s. But mostly my iPad. To say goodnight.”
I hesitantly handed him my unlocked phone. Much to my surprise, my son quickly found the app and called Sergio, who answered quickly. “Is everything okay?” his sleepy voice came over the phone. I couldn’t see him. Wyatt had plunked himself down on the bed away from me. “Oh, hey, buddy.”
“Hi, it’s Wyatt Fuller. How are you?” I chuckled at his formal greeting. He spent too much time around Mason.
“I’m fantastic, Wyatt Fuller,” Serge said with a chuckle. “How can I help you?”
“You promised waffles with nutella.”
“That I did. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there, okay?”
