“Connor Westlake, you better not be starting anything with me,” she admonished him.
“Never,” he held his hand up. “You’d kick my ass.”
“Damn straight. Get inside before I rescind that invite.”
Connor let me go and walked inside ahead of me. He would normally let me and Rosa go first. It was small, but it was another thing taken from him.
“He’s good,” Rosa told me. “Warren and Hudson look out for him.”
I nodded and followed them inside. My phone rang as we were heading for the kitchen. Declan. I told Rosa I’d be through as quickly as I could and stepped into the living room, which thankfully was empty.
Honestly, I was feeling overwhelmed right now and speaking to Declan would help.
“Sorry,” I answered. “I’ve been so bad about calling you.”
“No problem, gorgeous. How is your aunt?”
My stomach clenched, and I dropped onto the chair by the window, looking out over the front garden. “She’s doing okay,” I lied, childishly crossing my fingers.
“That’s good. Do you know when you can get back?”
“Not yet, but hopefully it won’t be long.”
“Miss you,” he said.
“I miss you too.”
“I’ve got good news.”
I leaned back and tossed my legs over the arm of the chair. “Yeah?”
“Red Alert has been offered some dates for a club tour. It’s not the big time, but they’ll be headline act at a few clubs.”
“Wow, that’s amazing, Dec.”
“I know,” he said with an excited laugh. “Just seven shows, but a couple are over in Georgia and Virginia. It’s a mini multi-state tour.”
“The band must be thrilled,” I said, happy for them. “When does it start?”
“At the weekend, it’s two weeks, so I’ll be occupied if you have to stay with your aunt longer.”
“True.”
“Although I would rather you were here.”
“But you wouldn’t be,” I point out.
“It would have been awesome for you to come with though.”
“I couldn’t even if wanted to,” I huffed out.
“The bar is doing fine. You could have come.”
I didn’t enjoy hearing that about the bar, which was stupid. I wanted nothing to go wrong there, but I also didn’t want it to be proven I wasn’t needed.
“So I’m home right now. I just got out of the shower. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing sexy,” I snorted.
