“Exactly.”
“So, what?” I said. “What do you want us to do, work with Yancy?”
Yancy was a manager and booking agent out of L.A. that Summer had been working with for a few years. He was alright, but he wasn’t what we needed. We needed local management, someone who could be way more involved with us on a daily basis, and someone experienced with the rock world. And Summer was right. My management company wasn’t the best; I hadn’t always had the greatest relationship with them over the years. But they were better than Yancy.
Summer shook her head at me. “Seriously, Ash. When did you start setting the bar so damn low? You used to have standards.”
“I did,” I said wistfully, and she laughed.
“You used to be a snot-nosed little fuck with attitude for miles, who wouldn’t listen to anyone.”
“Was I?”
“You know you were. That’s half the reason I fell in love with you.”
“Huh,” I said vaguely.
“And half the reason I broke up with you.”
I gave her a look. “I thought the reason you broke up with me—”
“Alright, alright. Don’t start.” She waved a hand in the air to silence me. “You know I love Yancy, but he’s no good for us going forward as a band.”
“Glad you know, so I don’t have to break it to you.”
“Let’s get Brody,” she said.
I stared at her. Was she high?
I looked up at the ceiling again, shaking my head. “You don’t just ‘get’ Brody Mason,” I informed her. “It’s been over a decade and he’s never taken on any other band but Dirty.”
“And why is that?”
“Because he doesn’t need to, financially or otherwise. He has his own money, plus they’re basically his family.”
“Exactly. He doesn’t manage Dirty for the money. He does it for the love. And that is exactly why we need him.”
Okay. Maybe she wasn’t high.
That was kinda making sense…
I looked at her. “Am I drunk, or did you just start making sense?”
Summer grinned. “The question is, do you think Brody lovesusenough to take us on?”
Now that… I had no answer to.
Chapter Twenty
Ash
Ididn’t see Danica for another three days. It was Tuesday morning when she showed up at my door with the furniture delivery guys, bright and early. In other words, ten o’clock.
I didn’t do much brighter or earlier than that.
I had the Chili Peppers on when they arrived, and Danica buzzed around my apartment drinking tea from her industrial-size floral-print mug, humming along to “Give It Away” and giving directions like nothing had happened the other night.
Like I didn’t fuck her with my fingers in a bar, make her come and then lick her sweet juices off my fingers.
