Page 11 of Song For His Siren
"I'm not from the area. As for Bridget..."
"Calli," a voice called from behind them. She turned to see Michael jogging over to her. "The pub is down again. They told me to ask if you wanted to work a shift again today?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll check in with them after our first show."
"Awesome, I'll let them know. We’re on in ten," he said.
"Right. I’ll be back when it's time to go on."
"Sounds good." Michael turned and headed back to their stage.
"That man is in the band?"
"Yeah, he's the one about to have a baby."
"Do you have any family?" he asked in his serious tone that made her smile for no reason at all.
"I do. I have three sisters."
"Are they here with you?"
She just shook her head. "No, they still live on the island where I grew up. I left when I was old enough. It was suffocating."
"And what of your parents?" he asked, cautiously.
"Well, I never knew my father. He left after my youngest sister was born. My mother died later that year, so we were raised by my grandmother. She was amazing, though, so we really didn't want for anything."
"I'm glad you had her," he said in his low, soothing voice.
"Me too. What about you? Do you have any family?"
He nodded. "I have a brother and a sister. Both of my parents have passed as well."
"Are you close with your siblings?"
"Yes. He is five years younger than me but a trusted confidant. My sister is seven years younger than me and a fierce warrior."
Warrior… She loved a badass woman as much as the next girl, but warrior seemed like an odd word choice.
"Where are you from?"
"Far from here."
Her eyes once again took him in. How was it possible this stranger felt so familiar and safe but also so mysterious at the same time? All she knew was she wanted to know more.
"I thought I might find the two of ye together," a familiar Scottish brogue called to them.
"Bridget," Dru said with a slight bow and a polite smile on his face.
"Hey, Bridget," Calli cheerfully greeted.
At Bridget’s appearance, she realized she and Dru had been talking for a while, and it was probably time for her show.
“I hate to do this, but I have to run. I think it’s about time for my first set.”
“Of course, lass. Have a good show.”
Calli made it back to the stage in time for their first performance. Her mouth tipped into a smile as she saw a now familiar handsome blond man standing in the back for all her performances that day. She wanted to go talk to him more—and do more than talking, if she was being honest—but between their full day of shows and picking up shifts at the pub, she didn’t have much free time. Still, it was a pleasant distraction from thinking about her next steps.
