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“Are you listening to our conversation?” I demanded.
I turned back to Junie, raised my eyebrows, and waved my hand towards him. I whispered, “He is listening to our conversation!”
She nodded, seriously, then asked, “What are we talking about?”
At this Lenny stepped forward, took Junie’s hand, and stopped laughing.
He turned to me. “I’m going to take her home and Iamgoing to kiss her, but I won’t play with her boobies while she’s drunk. Does that work for you?”
I looked to Barrett; my eyes narrowed. “Do you trust this guy?”
He nodded, his face serious. “I do.”
I turned back to Junie. “I will see you tomorrow.” I hugged her goodbye.
Then I turned to Barrett, waving my arm in a wide arc. “C’mon, Viking, take me home.”
Chapter 18
A Taste
Barrett
He could see her clearly from the stage and enjoyed watching as the emotions filtered across her face. She should not ever play poker. If he had to guess, this was a scary surprise.
He sang for her though he wasn’t singing to her. She was a vision, a bright flower in a sea of black and white. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
With each song he gauged her reaction, automatically cataloguing those that garnered the biggest reaction. She was having a ball with her friend, a tiny sprite that he’d crush with one finger. They were dancing and cheering, Willa’s head thrown back, her mouth split wide with laughter. It was a good look on her.
At the last song, the one he dedicated to her, he watched as pleasure and panic took turns dancing across her face. He needed to take a step back. Give her some room to come to the same conclusion he had.
After laughing and talking with her and Junie and Lenny for hours he drove her home and walked her to her door, using her key to let her in.
She turned to him and intertwined her fingers with his, saying softly, “Come in, Viking.”
He followed her into the kitchen where she pulled down two glasses and filled them with water. She drank hers down quickly.
“I don’t want to have a hangover,” she explained.
“I’m not sure that’s avoidable at this point,” he rumbled.
“Barrett?”
“Yeah, curly?”
“Your bassist, Sarah, she’sinterested in you.”
He huffed out a breath. “That’s unfortunate. We just started with her at the end of last summer and it took a while to find a good fit.”
“She’s very beautiful, more than that, she’s, like, sex on a stick,” I looked him over, “like you. You’d be a good match.”
He grinned. “I like loose-lipped Willa. As for Sarah, I would never go there.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t shit where you eat. I wouldn’t risk the band over a possibility.”
“But you admit the possibility exists,” she asked.
