Page 16 of Hard Rock Muse
I quickly did mental math to count his tip. My eyes widened as I nearly bit my tongue. Julian had never been stingy with his tips, but damn. Cherry Lips really had hit it big.
Just as we exited the restaurant, Julian put a hand on my arm. His mouth had turned down into a frown.
“I’m sorry about mentioning—” he started to say.
“It’s okay,” I cut him off.
“Talking about the old band hurts,” he acknowledged. “But we can’t pretend it didn’t happen. We were together for years.”
I knew he meant both the band, and the two of us. Sometimes it seemed like our relationship and Where Angels Burn were one in the same. We were so intertwined, it was hard to think about one without automatically thinking of the other.
“I just want to concentrate on the present,” I said.
Because thinking about the past was only going to make me regret having agreed to this entire thing.
