Page 10 of When We Fell Again
Swallowing down the last of the Malbec, I scanned the screen.
Sadie: Let’s get together on Sunday before you go. I’m paying xx
Oh, the disappointment. Not that I didn’t love my best friend, but right then, she wasn’t the one I wanted to hear from.
Alexis: Sure, let me know where and when xx
Frustrated, I shoved the phone down between the cushions.
Any thoughts I harboured about Jordan wanting to have anything to do with me crashed and burned.
But maybe that was for the best.
“There’s no way I’m getting out of this, is there?” I sipped my blueberry and mango smoothie before digging into my lean chicken salad. Probably my last chance of any healthy food for a couple of weeks. Tour life was all about late-night takeaways and room service. Not for the first time, I lamented losing Lissy Parker’s tour.
Sadie had persuaded me to go to a hot yoga session with her before ‘treating’ me to brunch. In all honesty, I’d have preferred a bottle of wine and a decent roast at our local gastropub, but I had a shit ton of stuff to do before I left the next day. Packing three weeks’ worth of clothing into a tiny suitcase was top of the list. I was scheduled to meet the band at their hotel late afternoon the next day, then I’d join them on the tour bus. Given Idol Rev weren’t exactly hitting the heady heights of the Artic Monkeys or Biffy Clyro, transport would be fairly basic. No beds, no comfy sofas, just a minibus with all their kit and me in it.
Hours and hours in close proximity with Jordan Bowie.
I was sure his female fans would relish the opportunity.
Me? I had no idea how I felt about it.
I still hadn’t heard anything from him after my missent message on Friday evening. The fact he’d started typing something back to me and then stopped had gnawed at me all weekend.
But I wasn’t prepared to admit that to Sadie. She’d tell me I was an idiot for even making contact with him in the first place. Which, let’s be honest, I probably was.
“Can’t you use the family member needs me story?” suggested Sadie, chewing on a stray piece of rocket from her salad. “Oh, wait. Your colleague already used that one.”
I shook my head. “Seriously, Sadie. Chris isn’t lying about his mum. I’ve seen how much she’s gone downhill lately.”
She held her hands up. “Kidding. Tell me, how much time are you going to have to spend with the rock star anyway?”
If I changed my travel plans and decided to get the train between gigs or hire my own car, I’d have the opportunity to be on my own. However, both Theo and Kelvin Francis had made it abundantly clear they needed someone to be with the band twenty-four-seven to ensure there were no further mishaps.
“Pretty much every minute of every day.” I sighed and took another sip of my smoothie, wishing it tasted more alcoholic.
Sadie snorted. “You have to sleep with him?”
A brief flashback of what it was like to be in bed with Jordan flitted through my brain, and I bit my lip at the memory. With a shake of my head, I brought myself back to the present. This was no time to be reminiscing about the sexy times with Jordan Bowie, no matter how jaw-droppingly orgasm-inducing they were.
I had to remain professional atalltimes.
“Let’s not open up that can of worms again.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That good, huh?”
I flipped her the finger. “Let’s not discuss my former sex life, okay?”
Her face took on a serious expression. “Call me any time. And I meanany time. I know how hard this is going to be for you.”
And that was why Sadie was my best friend. From teasing me about my sex life one minute to being the caring girlfriend who knew exactly what to say the next.
No one had told me if there were any other women on the tour, so I didn’t know if I had anyone I could talk to if there were any problems. As the tour manager, I had to be in control the whole time, and if things went wrong, it was at my door to make them right. If the issue turned out to be between Jordan and me, I didn’t know who I could turn to.
“I’m kind of hoping everything will be fine.” I nibbled on the last of my chicken, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach that seemed to resurface whenever I’d thought of Jordan lately.
Sadie grinned. “You’re a kick-ass tour manager and a total babe. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
