“Don’t be.”
“Are you really serious? We’re actually in the air, flying?”
He nods and kisses my forehead.
“I feel a bit lightheaded,” I tell him.
Colt chuckles and reclines my seat. I let out a little squeal when it folds back so easily, and he pulls out a blanket from under the seat and covers me in its silky softness.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
***
While waking slowly, I feel dopey and a whole lot out of it as I open my eyes to Colt lying beside me, stroking my hair.
“Hey, sleepy head,” he says when I open my eyes fully.
Disoriented, I look around, then sit bolt upright in shock.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“In a hotel room in LA.”
“Huh? What about the jet?”
He chuckles. “We got off the jet about sixty minutes ago and came straight here. We couldn’t wake you, and every time we tried, you would say something random. You’ve been quite entertaining, actually.”
“I have not,” I reply, rubbing my eyes.
“You have. I have video evidence. Do you remember any of it?”
“No, show me,” I ask, thinking he’s bluffing.
He pulls out his phone, taps on a video, and presses play. The screen flickers to life, showing me, drunk and dazed, curled up on Colt’s lap, my gaze fixed on a window, lost in a world of my own.
“Lamp post,” I say in the video, and everyone laughs. “Lamp posts are good. They make light, and light is really good… you know, handy and stuff. Colt, can I have a lamp post?”
“You can have anything you want, baby,” Colt replies in the video.
Oh my God!
“I so don’t remember that at all,” I exclaim, and Colt stops the recording.
“I’m glad you’re fully awake. I was starting to get worried. How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”
“Maybe some water. Where are the others?” I ask as he walks across to the refrigerator.
“They’re down at the venue for tomorrow’s gig, sorting shit out.”
My eyes open wide. “Colt, you should be there.”
“No, I shouldn’t. I won’t leave you in a hotel room to wake up and not know where we are.”
“Go! You can go now. I’m fine, a little groggy but fine,” I say as he hands me the water.
“Dee, I’m not leaving you. They can handle it. We’ve had enough shows that people know what they’re doing. Plus, I’d rather be here with you, whether you be in a coma talking about lamp posts or awake and functioning normally.”
“Colt, I don’t want to come between you and your work.”
