Page 71 of Hot Mess
But, we probably couldn’t get Xander, so… moot point.
“People say Cary Clarke’s fucking crazy,” I told her.
“I’m sure some people say that about you and me, too,” she pointed out.
Fair enough.
I really wasn’t sure if any of what she was talking about could be done. My confidence on the matter was shaken. But I had to admit, I was inspired and caught a little off-guard by her confidence inme.
In us.
She was right. We’d always had chemistry.
Could I play in a band with her? Maybe.
Wouldn’t know until I tried.
But one thing I knew. I could trust Summer. I told her pretty much everything that mattered, and she’d never betrayed me. In any way.
I told her about the people I dated.
I told her about the problems in my band.
Recently, I even told her about Dylan. Like, pretty much every single detail about what happened between me and Dylan this past year.
I could’ve told her about Danica, right now. Seen what she thought of the whole thing. The truth about theDanny 4Evertattoo.
The twins.
The unnecessary redecorating of my condo.
I could’ve… but for some reason, I didn’t.
“Let’s talk to Matt when we head to DreamWarp next week,” I said instead.
Summer stared at me. “You mean… that’s a yes? We’re doing this? Together?”
Now that she’d gotten what she wanted, more or less, she seemed a little stunned.
Maybe she was expecting more of a fight.
“I dunno, Summer. I’m high as fuck. Hand me that guitar and let’s see how the vocal training’s been going. You know the words to ‘Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door’?” It was the first song that came to mind, easy to jam on.
“Uh, no. Are you auditioning me? Right now?” She reached slowly for the guitar on the floor and handed it to me. It was an acoustic I’d left here a few weeks ago.
“Something like that.”
“How about ‘Lay Lady Lay’?” she said. “It’s the only Bob Dylan song I know.”
“Yup.” I started tuning the guitar. When I glanced up, I caught the excited but uncertain look on her face. She hadn’t expected this. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m stoned. I’ll be easy to impress.”
Chapter Ten
Danica
When Ashley opened his door to me on Wednesday afternoon, I said, “It’s two-seventeen. May I come in?”
He didn’t even crack a smile. But he did let me in.
