“And you have my number if you need anything,” I add because I don’t want to walk away from her.
I want everything.
I want all of this.
I want her to keep looking at me like this.
“First thing I did when I found out it was you,” she says.
I feel my brows lift slightly, and she clears her throat. “I mean… yeah,” she says with a shrug like she’s trying to play it off. “Yeah, I have it. Totally.”
I snicker, dying inside.
Is that a blush on her cheeks?
Bonnie’s lip draws behind her teeth, the small motion making me groan inwardly, and she takes another step inside the trailer. “It’s really good to see you again, Gemma,” she says softly.
“You, too,” I say. “See you tomorrow.”
“Night.”
I turn on my heel and head toward James before my feet carry me into that space with her. I need to calm down and not let this adrenaline lead me into something I can’t come back from.
Take it slow.
You’ve waited years for this.
Don’t fuck it up.
James greets me with a grin. “Chat in your trailer?” he asks.
“As long as it means I get to fucking sit,” I say.
James laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, you can sit.”
CHAPTER FOUR
GEMMA
I pushthe door to my trailer open a few minutes later and welcome the quiet hum of an air conditioner, along with the television that’s still playing in the back. Thank fuck for the Death Tower budget. I know I’ll be sharing this space with my partners at the next festival, but having this one to myself for this show has been unexpectedly nice.
“Is it always like that?” I ask James as he trails into the space behind me.
“Which part do you mean?”
“All of it.” I slouch into the far end of the couch and take my sneakers off as James goes for the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of vodka that was stocked earlier today along with a few other goodies provided by the band’s tour staff.
“First time I’ve ever been provided with concessions by management,” I say as he pours a shot. I wave my hand to decline one when he offers, and he pours himself a second, then tosses me a bottle of water that I quickly suck down instead.
“They’ve always treated us pretty well. One of the many reasons I’m going to fucking miss this gig,” James says when he joins me.
“What time is your flight out?” I ask because I know he only came for tonight.
He checks his watch. “I should be leaving soon. I didn’t want to go without making sure you were okay with everything.” He takes a sip of his drink and peers my way. “Tonight didn’t scare you off, did it?”
I chuckle.
Not hardly.
