Lucky wondered if she fell asleep because the drive back to the hotel seemed to fly by. As they entered the hotel, Kat, Ross, and Mark headed to the bar. Lucky thought she saw Jude sitting in the lobby, but as she got closer, she realized it wassomeoneelse.
As she made her way to the elevators, she saw a tall man with tousled hair she was sure was Jude. But it only ended up being one of the bellhops. Annoyed that he was on her mind so much that she was hallucinating about him, she decided the best thing to do was tofindhim.
She didn't care if he wasn't alone. As she thought of Jude in bed with that bitch he left the theater with, a fire lit inside of her. She knew she was being stupid and letting her jealousy drive her, but she didn't care. She was going to find Jude's room. Served him right if sheinterruptedhim.
She went up to the front desk and waited for the young woman behind the counter to get offhercall.
"Hi, can Ihelpyou?"
"Hi, I'm Lucky Morrison. I need the room number for Jude Saldano. He's in my band. Can you believe that? Ican't."
"I'm sorry, we don't have a Jude Saldano," the clerk said as she typed into thecomputer.
"What? No! Morrison. Jude Morrison. How stupid am I? I mixed our names," Lucky said, feeling her cheeksturnred.
"Yes, here he is. He's actually registered under a different name, but since he's in your band," she said with a shrug as she handed Lucky a small piece of white paper with the number 486onit.
Lucky rushed to the elevators and pressed the up button repeatedly as she waited for the doors to open. Riding the elevator to the fourth floor, she wondered how Jordan was doing and if she and Dylan had made up. But Jordan quickly slipped her mind as she found room 486 just a few doors down fromJordan's.
She put her ear up to the door. Listening quietly, she thought she heard music coming from the room. She was expecting to hear a woman's voice, a giggle, or a banging headboard, whatever sex might sound like, but she didn't hear anyofthat.
Wondering what they could be doing so quietly, Lucky gave up and pounded on the door three times. When no one answered, she was ready to knock again when the door flew open, revealing Jude wearing only a pair of jeans. Her heart leapt in herchest.
"What the hell, Olivia? Whyareyou--"
She's got to still be here,she thought angrily.I bet I didinterruptthem.
"Where is she? Where's that slut you left with? I need to talk to her," Lucky said as she pushed the door open and stepped inside hishotelroom.
She was surprised at how brazen she was being but pushed all of that aside. She had spent years daydreaming about Jude, why should someone elsegethim?
"She already left?" Lucky said as she looked around his room. "I thought you were the all-night-long kindofman."
Turning to focus on Jude with his bare chest and his jeans slung low around his hips, she was glad she got those words out because now she was speechless. Her eyes immediately followed the artwork of his koi sleeve tattoo across his chest to where he had a tattoo of a small heart with a thirty-second note inside. Unable to stop herself, her eyes traveled down to a small trail of hair below his belly button that disappeared into hisjeans.
"That's none of your business," he said as he closed the door then walked over to the couch where a notebook lay open. "You've been drinking. If you're going to be a big rock star when you grow up, you'll have to learn how to handle thatbetter."
"I am all grown up," Lucky said, annoyed. "I'm not achild."
"Then why would an adult woman come to a man's hotel room in the middle of the night? Were you hopingtoget--"
She waited for him to say the word, but he didn't. Instead heturnedaway.
"You should get some sleep,"hesaid.
"Don't tell me whattodo."
He sat down and picked up his notebook, slipped a pen into the open page, and closed it. Lucky couldn't help but be curious. When Silverlight was huge, she read everything about Jude that she could get her hands on. She never read anything about him being awriter.
"Working on a song?" sheasked.
"Didn't I ask you toleave?"
"Actually no, you didn't,"shesaid.
She sat beside him and reached for the notebook, but then stopped when she thought about how violated she would feel if someone opened her ownnotebook.
"I'm sorry," Lucky saidquietly.
