“I didn’t even know he was there,” I admitted.
“Then how the hell did you know you were being followed?”
“I didn’t. Lennon mentioned you might ‘put someone on me,’ but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I thought I’d ask.”
“He’s gonna keep doin’ it, Waverly, so be prepared. I’ll introduce you so you know who he is, but I want to make sure you’re covered in case the Spiders or anyone else comes at you.”
“A normal person would freak out, you know?Ishould freak out.”
“But you’re not?”
“No, I think you’re the sweetest guy on the planet, and I’m stupid in love with you, so I know you’re doing it because you love me too.”
“Yeah, baby, I am.”
“So, I’m in. You’re going to have to help guide me, and keep me from completely freaking out, but I’m in.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, tugging me onto his lap.
“Watch your shoulder,” I warned.
“It’s good.” He pulled me in for another epic kiss and then kissed my neck. “If you ever feel like you’re gonna bolt, you tell me, okay? I’ll talk you down.”
“I will,” I promised, stroking his cheek. “Are you ready for that beer?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
I slid off his lap and headed to the fridge.
“Is this a random playlist, or are you a fan?” he asked.
I’d had Melody Morgan playing softly in the background while we talked.
“Oh, I’m a fan. Almost rabid, you could say.” I handed him a beer and settled myself on the sofa next to him. “Lennon and I have been unsuccessful in getting tickets to her last two local shows, so we did the whole tailgate thing, then we tried getting tickets in Savannah.” I sighed. “I did get to see her sing with her sisters one year and that was incredible. They’re all so talented.”
He chuckled.
“You hate her, huh?”
“Ah, no,” he said.
“You’re a fan?”
“Let’s just say, that my road captain would beat the shit out of me if I said anything other than she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll never miss one of her concerts again,” he said.
“Honey, I’m not mopping up what you’re spilling,” I hissed. “You need to tell me what you’re talking about.”
“Buckle up, buttercup, Train is married to Melody.”
I frowned. “Who’s Train.”
