“Are you sure about that?”
“If anything, being on tour will mean having more people around. It’ll be tiring and busy as all hell, schlepping our asses all over the
countryside. But it won’t be lonely.”
“Then what is it about?”
“It’s about making our dreams come true. Me playing my music and you getting to travel. Both of us seeing new places and experiencing new things. This is a fucking great idea.”
“And we’re doing this together?”
“Yes. Together. Would that really be so bad?”
Head buzzing, I faced him. “I honestly don’t know.”
“We can just do it as friends if you want. Or as employer and employee. Whatever you like.”
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, eyes wide. “Are you actually subtly suggesting, in a roundabout manner, that you want to get back together?”
The man just shrugged. “We don’t have to rush into anything. But it’s not a totally bad idea. I mean, we had some good times. We worked well together for a while. Would getting back together honestly be so bad?”
“Holy shit.”
“You already said that.”
“Yeah, well it bears repeating.” I rubbed at my temples. “My brain is overloaded. I’m surprised gory mush isn’t leaking out of my ears. Before today, we hadn’t even talked for almost a year. And now this.”
He waved a hand in an oh-well fashion.
“I think you’re thinking the sex was deep and emotional and imbued with meaning when it wasn’t necessarily any of that.”
“Baby, it was a quick fuck against the fridge.”
“Exactly.”
“I’ll make up for that later if you’ll let me. In the meantime, we were discussing something else that I find to be both deep and emotional.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” I massaged my throbbing temples some more. “The fame has gone to your head. You can’t honestly think us getting back together is a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Where to start…”
“Jill, tell me honestly, has a single day gone by when you haven’t thought of me?” He reached out, cupping my cheek in his big warm hand. “Because I know I never stopped thinking about you. That’s the truth of it.”
Nothing from me.
“I know you like having shit under control, but let’s just roll the dice for once and see what happens. Give me a chance to make everything up to you.”
For a long moment, I just stared. “Oh, boy. I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s alright. Really.” He nodded slowly, studying my face with his serious eyes. “Tell you what, let’s say we sleep on it. Just sleep. No more sex. The sex seems to be freaking you out a little.”
“It’s a lot more than sex with you freaking me out.”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday so you’re not working or anything, right?” he asked.
“Right.”