Page 66 of Love is a Drum Beat
“Sure thing. Will do.” She couldn’t look at him without remembering the way he’d looked this morning.
After one more glance, he shut her door, letting her have a blissful peace.
She lay back on the bed, looking to the tiled ceiling. It was the hormones, it had to be.
Why else would one night of only sleep—granted, it was the best sleep she’d had in a while—turn her into this… she didn’t know what she was.
If she had to spend another month here waiting for this kid to come, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d survive.
* * *
Dax left an hour ago, and Ben still hadn’t arrived.
Despite Jo’s insistence that Ben could bring her something, Dax left a plated omelet with onions, cheese, and even bacon. There were a few other veggies in it, but Jo didn’t like to think about that as she wolfed it down.
Dax missed his calling as a chef.
She laughed at the thought of one of the most talented musicians in the world being meant for anything else.
She’d taken the omelet to her bed and turned on the next in her uplifting sports obsession.Remember the Titans.A movie she’d seen long ago but had never really appreciated. Not until now.
A tear rolled down her cheek as they realized they were a team no matter what. She heard the front door opening, but it didn’t register as she leaned forward, needing more.
“Denzel Washington,” she said. “You beautiful man, you.”
“Aw, Joey, I never knew you felt that way about me.” Ben sauntered in and jumped onto the bed, having none of the reservations Dax had. “I feel like I need to tell you I have a girlfriend who I love more than anyone in this world. So… I don’t see a future for us.”
Jo hid her face in her hands and groaned. “Do you realize how much you sound like Drew right now?”
Ben wiggled his eyebrows in a Drew-like fashion before setting the bag he’d brought on the bed.
“That better contain breakfast burritos.” She jabbed him in the chest with her finger. “If Dax got to you…”
He threw his hands up. “Nope. Dax did call, but he just told me to make sure it had protein.”
“Thank you, Lord.”
“My name is Ben, but you’re preggo, so I’ll forgive you.”
“See?” she asked. “Drew.”
Ben scrunched his face in distaste. “I may have been visiting his tour too often lately.”
“It’ll be nice when everyone is back in L.A. for a while.”
Ben handed her a burrito.
Jo unwrapped it. “Should we feel guilty eating breakfast burritos for lunch?”
Ben was about to take a bite and froze. “Jo, you just blew my mind. I don’t know the answer.”
“Name change?”
“Name change.” He nodded.
Jo pursed her lips. “Lunch burrito?”
“Doesn’t have the alliteration to make it stick. Banana burrito?”
