Page 66 of Highball Rush
“It hasn’t all been bad. I learned to let go and be happy. And I’ve been all over the world, working with amazing people.”
She rested her chin in her hand. “That does seem really exciting.”
I nodded and took another sip of my tea. “Life on the road has its disadvantages, but it works for me.”
The door opened and Scarlett came in. She smiled and Shelby waved her over.
“Hey, y’all,” she said, pulling up a chair. “I’ve got food out in my truck, but I think Cass is still waiting on June. Katherine got out again.”
“Katherine?” I asked.
“June’s pet pig,” Scarlett said. “She’s real sweet.”
I decided it didn’t surprise me that June Tucker had a pet pig. “Oh, of course. I saw her at your bonfire.”
“We were just talking about Maya’s glamorous life,” Shelby said.
“I wouldn’t call it glamorous,” I said. “But I do travel a lot.”
“Do you know anyone famous?” Scarlett asked.
I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Yeah, I’ve worked with a lot of artists over the years. Some are well-known.”
She grinned. “Ever had a fling with a hot rock star?”
“Sure.”
“That’s all you’re gonna say?” Scarlett asked. “Sure?”
I laughed. “I don’t stay in one place very long, so yes, I’ve had flings with guys. Some were musicians. A couple were famous. Or they’re famous now. They weren’t when I was with them.”
“Have you ever gotten serious with one of them?” Shelby asked.
“Not really. Like I said, I don’t stay in one place. Long-distance is hard, especially in this business. I never wanted to get attached.”
Shelby regarded me with interest, and I wondered what she was thinking.
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Scarlett said, giving Shelby a pointed look.
“You never know,” Shelby said. “Maybe things will change.”
Scarlett looked me up and down and I got the distinct impression that she was sizing me up as a potential match for her brother.
I didn’t want either of them getting the wrong idea. I made sure to keep my voice quiet. “We’re just friends, ladies. This wholeGibson’s girlfriendthing is just a story.”
“Uh huh,” Scarlett said.
“Trust me,” I said. “He’s not interested.”
“He’s just too damn stubborn for his own good,” Scarlett said. “It’s a solid Bodine trait.”
“She’s not wrong,” Shelby said.
I glanced at the door as it opened again and felt a sudden rush of irritation. Misty Lynn Prosser came in, dressed in a bright pink tank top over a leopard print bra, with cut-off jeans so short they were basically underwear. Her bleached blond hair was teased high and she snapped a piece of gum between her teeth.
“Oh, lovely,” Scarlett muttered, rolling her eyes. “Don’t make eye contact. Maybe it’ll go away.”
Shelby snickered behind her hand.
