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“You’re a gifted writer, Van. And now that you know that I know, it’s the perfect time to say we should collaborate. Write together.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’ve never had a writing partner before.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Brodie responded with a teasing grin.
Songwriting was the least of it.
CHAPTER14
BRODIE
Did I feel bad about ignoring my band brothers’s texts to spend the day with Van?
Nope. Not one fucking bit.
I texted them back after we left the jazz club and sent them pics of me and Van as we made our way about town. Holls was taking it easy after last night, Faise didn’t respond at all, and Ronin was busy hooking up with some guy he’d met the last time we were in town.
Given their replies (or lack of), I felt no guilt.
And spending the day with Van was not an opportunity I was going to waste.
After the jazz club, we strolled along Bourbon Street. Then we found a Creole restaurant a few blocks over and stuffed our faces full of crawfish étouffée and spicy grilled sausage. We capped it off with chocolate bourbon pecan pie and a couple of espressos.
I offered Van the last bite of pie, but he waved me off. I stuffed the mouthful in and moaned like the needy food slut I was. I’d traveled all over the world, but the food scene in this city was something else.
Van shifted in his seat and gave me a dark look.
“Tabarnak, could you be any louder?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.
I recognized the Quebeçois swear word. Van used it when things got fucked up on tour.
“Yes, I could.”
I was about to wink at him, and then I remembered my sunglasses. Going incognito had its downside. Still, the day had been one I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Instead of winking, I took the last bite and moaned again.
Van leaned forward.
“Stop it,” he demanded and glanced at Dawson and Lennie.
They were busy finishing up their dessert and conversation, not paying us any mind.
Both guys had been great all day. They were friendly, but they let me and Van do our thing. I’m sure they caught the handholding at the club, but if they did, they showed no reaction.
They’d seen all kinds of antics that me and the boys got up to on the road and at home.
Holding hands with Van was the least of it.
“Why? I’m just giving an honest reaction. It’s not my problem if you don’t like it.”
“I like it too damn much, and you know it. You sound like you do on stage when you sing ‘Filthy Pain.’”
One of our biggest hits. It was a fierce song and full of appropriately filthy lyrics.
