Page 4 of Embracing the Beat
She shrugs. “No problem. I usually drive at night, and you’re my first request today. Now my only one.”
“I still appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Umm…do you mind me asking why you were at that motel? You don’t seem like the normal type to stay there.”
I glance down at the jeans and hoodie I tossed on before leaving the room.
“I don’t?”
“No. Most of the time, those rooms come with hourly rates, if you catch my meaning.”
“Oh. Uh, someone else booked the room.” Brad. “I didn’t know.”
She nods. “Makes sense.”
She’s quiet for a while, and my eyelids droop as I lean my head against the window.
“You mind if I play some music?” she asks, and I sit back up, blinking.
“Sure. Sorry, I’m not great company tonight.”
She laughs. “Most nights I chauffeur a bunch of drunks around. You’re just fine.”
She hits the button for the radio, and music fills the small car. I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry.
It’s “Possibilities”—the duet I recorded with Jax when I was on top of the world.
The irony of this particular song after tonight is more than I want to deal with now. Attempting to ignore it, I lean my head back against the window, relieved when sleep silences the memories.
