Page 63 of Feuds and Interludes
My eyes burned, and I blew out a breath. That wasn’t so bad. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, man. Anytime. My parents are diabetic, and I’ve had to overhaul their diet. It’s an adjustment, but eventually you won’t even notice. If you want, I can make up some meal plans for you for when you leave, some ideas based on what I know you like.”
“That would be great. Thank you.”
He grinned. “Sure. Here you go,” he said, sliding the eggs on my plate. “Take care, drink lots of water, and take some of those oatmeal muffins with you for later. They’re not too high in carbs and they’ve got four grams of protein. Oh, and here, take these nuts.”
I’d been so worried about people fussing over me, but Felix was all business. He wasn’t pitying me.
“Thank you, Felix. I’m not good at this.”
He shrugged and gave me a knowing smile. “Of course you’re not. Your lifestyle is the antithesis of taking care of yourself. This is what I do for a living, and I love to feed people what they needto make their bodies workforthem rather than against them. I’ll get you those meal plans, okay?”
“I’m so grateful Morrison has you up here. Thank you again.”
“Who do you think gothisass in gear?”
I laughed at his attitude. He’d made it easy for me to accept his help. Maybe I’d been stupid not to tell folks.
I took my tray over and set it down across from the twins. They looked up with raised eyebrows.
“Good morning,” I said, and for the first time ever, I was nervous to talk to my bandmates.
“How did it go last night?” Annie asked. She put a hand over mine. “Was it weird?”
I sighed and picked up my fork. I made myself take a bite of eggs before I spoke. “It was, but probably not for the reasons you think.”Here goes. “I have something I need to tell you both.”
They leaned back together, their hands on the table in the same exact position.
“We went too far with Shane, huh? Damn, I’m sorry,” Bran said.
“It was the Taylor Swift comment, wasn’t it? Or the orgy bus visual. I figured the Metal Menace would be able to take it.”
I grinned at them as I chewed and swallowed more eggs. “No, you were perfect. It’smethat’s not… I fucked up, guys, and I owe you an apology.”
They looked at each other.
“What is it?”
Deep breath. “You guys have been so good about the drinking, and I appreciate that you were willing to?—”
“Are you breaking up with us?” Bran asked.
“What?No!What the fuck!”
Bran shrugged. “I just thought maybe it’s in the air, since Shane’s band broke up with him.”
“No, it’s not you, it’s me?—”
“Youarebreaking up with us,” Annie said. “Shit, Boone, I thought?—”
“I’m sick, okay? And I should have told you, but I didn’t, and I made it weird.”
“You’re sick?” Annie’s voice was quiet. “What…what’s wrong?”
“I saw the doctor when we got home from tour. I hadn’t told you guys, but I’d been feeling really shitty. I passed out a couple of times and?—”
“Are youserious?” They both shouted over each other. “When? We were with you?—”
