Page 112 of Dirty Like Zane
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” She picked up her mug of tea andsipped.
“Shit, Jessa. I’m sorry. I should never have put that on you. I should never have asked you to keep a secret from Brody like that. He’s your man. I honestly didn’t think about that part when I toldyou.”
“It’sokay.”
“It’s not. I should never, ever have asked you to lie to Brody forme.”
“You didn’t. You asked me to keep your secret. And I never really lied to him. It’s not like he ever asked me, ‘So, do you think Maggie and Zane are secretlymarried?’”
I cracked a smile. “Thank God forthat.”
“If he’d ever asked me something like that, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I wouldn’t have been able to lie to him, even if I wanted to. But I never would’ve voluntarily told him, Maggie. You told me in confidence, and even Brody respected that once he got over being offended that I didn’t tell him. I never said a word about it toanyone.”
“I know you didn’t. And thankyou.”
“You’re welcome.” She picked up her iPhone. “Music?”
“Yes, please.” I sat up to refresh my wine glass; my first few gulps had already put a dent into it. “Put on your girlie mix orsomething.”
“Uh-uh. Not what you need right now.” Instead, she put on Soundgarden, “Fell On BlackDays.”
“Oh shit, yes.” I melted back into my seat, glass of wine in hand. “This is better. Turn itup.”
She did, and we both sat back and just listened, let Chris Cornell and the boys take care of things for a fewminutes.
About halfway through the song, Jessa turned it down a bit. “Okay, I can’t stand it. I’ve gotta ask. What are you going to do about Zane and the marriagething?”
“I don’tknow.”
“Why did you leave thetour?”
“I don’tknow.”
“Are you going backsoon?”
“I don’tknow.”
Jessa was clearly dissatisfied with those responses. “Well… how are things between you andZane?”
“I don’tknow.”
“Maggie.”
“I seriously don’t know,” I told her. “I tried to get in his pants this morning. I mean, I did get in his pants, for about two seconds. I got his cock in my mouth. And then he took itback.”
“Excuseme?”
“He pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to stop. And kicked me off his tourbus.”
Jessa smushed her mouth shut, biting back her first response to that. Then she sipped her tea. “That’s… um… gotta be afirst.”
“Yup.”
Together we stared into the fire, listening to the music and the soft crackle of theflames.
“You know, everyone says he’s doing well, but in reality he’s probably in a pretty rough place right now,” she offered. “And in the middle of a tour… You probably need to be patient withhim.”
