"Did you and Dylan make up?" Luckyasked.
"Seriously Lucky, we're going tobelate!"
"They can't leave without me, it’smyband."
Lucky ignored Jordan's eye roll. She understood her desire to not be late, but it was her tour, her band, her bus. They wouldn't leave without her. Plus she needed to change out of last night’sclothing.
Changing her jeans and putting on a clean lavender cotton tunic, Lucky was ready for the long bus ride. She parted the front of her hair and braided it then pulled the braids back to clasp them to the back of her hair, letting the rest of her hair flow wildlyaroundher.
As she and Jordan grabbed their things and headed to the lobby, Lucky couldn't stop thinking about Jude. She believed she had him all wrong from the start. Whether he used women in the past she still wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like it was something he did anymore. She hoped that wasn't wishful thinking onherpart.
Entering the glass-encased lobby, they noticed Stan closing the bottom storage area of the bus before climbing aboard. When the bus began to move, Lucky's heart dropped to herstomach.
"Oh--! You can't be serious!"Luckysaid.
She grabbed Jordan by the arm and began running through the lobby with their luggage rolling behind them. Bursting through the front door, they waved wildly at the bus, hoping someone would see them. The bus stopped at the corner and they quickly ran overtoit.
"See Lucky, it’s not your bus, it’s Stan's,"Jordansaid.
