by Selena Kitt
“Yes you are,” I countered. “You’ll be on the bus to Chicago.”
“No, I’ll be right here.” He poked his finger between my breasts, pointing at my heart. “I mean it, Sabrina. I’m yours any time you want me. Just say the word.”
“What word is that?”
“Actually there are three of them. Three short little words.”
I shook my head. “Rob, that’s just crazy… I can’t...”
“Even Practical Sabrina said she couldn’t discount the existence of God or even aliens because she couldn’t prove otherwise. So why shouldn’t love at first sight get the same treatment?”
“I know, but…”
He kissed me then and I closed my eyes and floated away. His kisses did that to me. They transported me to a timeless place where only he and I existed.
“Even if we never see each other again, we had one perfect day,” I murmured against his lips. “I’ll always remember it.”
“Me too.” He let me go, reaching for my hand as we walked out of the classroom.
“We’ll always have Thai food,” I said, turning out the light and shutting the door behind me. “And the DIA.”
“Puppet shows,” he added.
“Crazy fans in Leo’s.”
“Sword fighting with skewers.”
“It was a good day.” I squeezed his hand as we walked back to the car.
“The perfect day.”
How could you top perfection?
* * *
When we arrived at the hotel where the rest of the band had stayed, I spotted Katie with her arms around Tyler’s neck, their lips locked as she pressed him against the side of the tour bus. It was parked in the back lot but some fans obviously had inside information because there were half a dozen girls waiting for autographs—and whatever else they could get their hands on. Most likely, Rob Burns. They all looked very expectant and hopeful and they were all ignoring Katie and Tyler’s overtly public display of affection.
“They’re going to be all over you.” I sighed, pulling the Kia around to the other side of the bus, giving us a few moments reprieve.
“It’ll be okay.” He touched my hair, stroking gently. “It’ll be over in minutes, I promise.”
And he was right. He signed autographs on notepads, CDs, tour programs, even signed his likeness on one girl’s upper arm with a Sharpie, which she swore she was going straight to the tattoo parlor to make permanent. It was a whirlwind of laughter, talking, kisses and photographs, but when it was over, the girls left the same way they had come, in a tight, giggling circle, making their way back to the front of the hotel.
“I thought I saw you!” Tyler peeked his head around the back of the tour bus. “Sorry about the ambush. We kept shooing them away but they’d just come back again. Like damned mosquitoes.”
“It’s all right.” Rob shrugged, pulling the backpack he’d bought at the thrift shop off his shoulder. “Toss this in back? I need to say goodbye to Sabrina.”
“Katie’s here,” Tyler said to me, coming over to get Rob’s bag. “Bet you two have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Looks like it.” I pointed to his neck. “Is that lipstick or a hickey?”
“Probably both.” He grinned.
“Here.” Rob handed over his bag. “See ya inside.”
“Make it count.” Tyler clapped him on the shoulder before he disappeared with Rob’s backpack around the back of the bus again.
“I intend to.” Rob turned to me once his friend and band mate was gone, and I felt a slow sinking, like an anchor settling in the roiling bottom of my belly. This wasn’t happening. I was dreaming still. I would wake up in my bed, groggy from sleeping in far later than I was used to, trying to hold on to the edge of a dream so amazing it couldn’t possibly be real.
“Bree!” Katie squealed, coming around the corner and at me full-tilt. Rob didn’t have time to even put his arms around me properly before she bowled into me like Tigger on Pooh. I laughed, hugging her as she squealed again and started whispering in my ear so Rob couldn’t hear, all the things she and Tyler had done over the past few days. They’d had an exciting weekend too, although their list of events included things and events I never could have guessed, including Greek Town casinos, something about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a Wal-Mart greeter named Gerald.
“Slow down!” I insisted, grabbing her arms and pushing her away so I could see her face. She was flushed and bright-eyed, her blonde hair pulled back into a fast ponytail. “Let’s talk after they leave, okay? Then you can tell me everything.”
“I’ll have to tell you on the phone.” Katie’s eyes lit up from the inside and she bounced around like a three-year-old who had to pee and couldn’t hold it one more minute. “Because I’m going on tour with Trouble!”
“You’re—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I blinked at her, unbelieving. “Are you insane?”
“Maybe.” She grinned. “But Tyler said I could. How could I say no?”
I glanced at Rob, leaning with one shoulder against the side of the bus, arms crossed over his chest, feet crossed at the ankles, just watching us. How indeed?
“But what about…” I was going to say her job, her family, but Katie was currently unemployed—she’d lost her job as a dental assistant just last month, when the practice closed down and the dentist moved to Texas. And while her mother still lived in Michigan, somewhere up north, her father had lived out in California since her parents’ divorce when we were in junior high, and her brother worked in advertising somewhere on the east coast.
“I know!” She laughed, hugging me again. “I don’t have anything to stay for—except you. And I thought… maybe…”
Katie looked between me and Rob, not finishing her thought.
“I’ll miss you.” I put my arms around her, squeezing hard, getting that strange dream-like feeling again. This couldn’t be real. My best friend was going on tour with Trouble? “Call me. A lot. Email. Text me. Oh my God, Katie…”
“I know, I know!” She kissed me on the cheek. “The tour’s over in April. After that…”
“You’ll invite me to the wedding?” I laughed.
“After that, I don’t know.” She shrugged one shoulder, still grinning. “But I can’t not go. Come on, Bree—on tour with Trouble? It’s a story I’ll tell my grandkids some day!”
“Not sure that’s a story that you should tell your grandkids.”
“I’ll tell them the PG-13 version.”
Katie’s voice lowered to a real whisper. “Tyler said Rob was going to ask you to come along.”
I nodded then shrugged.
“Are you kidding me?” Her eyes widened. “Bree! Come on!”
“It’s complicated.” I tried to express just how complicated with my eyes because I felt Rob watching us and didn’t want to go into it. Not then, right there, in front of him.
Tyler was single—had never been married, in fact. And I didn’t say anything to Katie, but I wondered how often he invited a girl along on the road. And I wondered how long that might last, after two, three, four, half a dozen shows. How long before he got bored and started looking for another girl to invite along instead?
I didn’t want to believe it, but Practical Sabrina knew too much about the way the real world worked for her own good.
“I’m happy for you, Katie.” I put my arms around her one more time, giving her a long, hard hug. “Be good. Tell Tyler I said goodbye.”
Goodbye. That was a word I didn’t want to say again.
Katie went, leaving me alone with Rob. She waved one last time before going around to the front of the bus. I looked up at the tinted windows, wondering if they were watching us. Tyler, now Katie, and the rest of the band. Who else was on the bus? Did all the band members invite a girl along to keep them company?
That last question escaped my lips before I could even think.
“Sometimes.” Rob put his arms around my waist, pressing me against the side of th
e bus, and I realized, like this, we were out of the view of prying eyes looking out the darkened windows above. “Some of us more than others.”
“Tyler?” I raised my eyebrows.
He shrugged. “He’s a repeat offender.”
“You?” I didn’t even want to ask, but there it was.
“No, Sabrina.” He shook his head, giving me a wry, sad smile. “I’m married, remember?”
How could I forget?
But I had, for a few days. I’d forgotten he was a rock star—well, mostly. I’d forgotten he was married. I’d forgotten he was leaving. I’d forgotten myself, my life. I’d forgotten everything. He made me want to forget everything but him, wanting him, having him.
“Who was the last girl who went on tour with you?” I asked.
“You really want to know?” He lowered his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.
“Yes.”
“My wife.” He shook his head but didn’t open his eyes.
“She hated it?” I guessed.
“No. She loved it.” Rob gave a little laugh, opening his eyes. “She had a grand old time on the road. While I was on stage, she was fucking roadies left and right. Had to fire half the damned crew.”
“Oh.” I put my head on his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
I felt his hand in my hair and closed my eyes, wishing we were alone, anywhere but here, suspended in time forever, just like this.
“Sabrina…” He whispered my name close to my ear. “Oh God, I can’t do this…”
I lifted my face to his, feeling tears stinging my eyes, closing my throat. Letting this man walk out of my life was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done. So why was I resisting? Katie was on the tour bus, heading on an adventure with Tyler and the rest of Trouble. What was my problem?
“We did it,” I whispered, touching his cheek. He hadn’t shaved and his stubble was growing out. “One perfect day.”
“Let’s do it again right now.” He smiled, hands pressing into the small of my back. “One perfect moment…”
His lips were so close I felt the brush of them against mine as he spoke.
“One perfect kiss,” I whispered, leaning in to him, our mouths connecting, slowly opening.
Instead of thinking about how much I was going to miss this or the fact that this might well be our last kiss, I simply fell into it. It was, like he’d said, the perfect moment, and as I’d said, the perfect kiss. The rest of the world disappeared, simply faded away. We clung to each other, desperately trying to meld our bodies together, to finally become one and end this craziness once and for all.
We’d kissed so much over the last three days, my lips felt chapped and bruised, but that didn’t stop me. I still wanted more. Even if it hurt, I wanted more. I slid a hand behind his neck, under that gloriously messy mop of hair and slanted my head, giving him better access, his tongue playing with mine.
“Okay, you win.” Rob gasped as he broke the kiss. “I’ll stay. To hell with the tour. I’ll tell them I got Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or something.”
“You can’t do that. They’re all counting on you.”
“I can’t leave you.”
“You can’t stay.”
“Then come with me.”
“Oh God, Rob, we’ve been over this…” I cried. “I have my job, my house, a life here. I’m not Katie. I can’t just pick up and go.”
“Then tell me you’ll wait for me. That’s all I need.”
“I…”
“Rob? Rob Burns?”
“Yes.” He sighed, turning toward the blonde in the sunglasses coming around the back of the tour bus, holding up some paper. Another fan looking for an autograph.
Rob turned toward her and I slipped away, taking a step in the other direction, not wanting to be a distraction. He was good at handling fans and it was best to leave him to it.
“They told me I could find you here.” The woman was older, I noticed, as she got up close. She wore a grey skirt and matching boots, a long Ralph Lauren wool coat over that. “Here you go.”
“Who am I signing it to?” He took the paper she gave him, holding his hand out for a pen.
“Oh I don’t want your autograph.” The woman laughed, taking off her sunglasses, and I saw she was definitely older, maybe mid-forties. “I’ve been trying to chase you down for a week. I’ve driven through three states!”
Rob looked at the paper in his hand, frowning, and I saw something change in his expression as he did.
“You’ve been served. Have a nice day!” The blonde turned then and left, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement.
“Are you being sued?” I gasped.
“Something like that.” He looked up at me, bemused.
“Don’t look at me!” I put my hands up in surrender. “I told you I wouldn’t sue you.”
“It’s divorce papers, Sabrina.” He shook them at me, a huge smile spreading over his face. “She’s divorcing me.”
I had to see for myself and he showed me. Divorce papers. His wife didn’t want to be his wife anymore. It was all there in black and white. It was officially over between them.
“She probably wants everything but the kitchen sink,” I murmured, flipping through, trying to read around the legal jargon.
“I don’t care.” Rob grabbed me, drawing me into his arms. “She can have it all. There’s only one thing I want now.”
“What’s that?” I murmured, still trying to decipher the divorce paper code.
“You!” He twirled me around and I barely kept hold of the divorce papers. “I know you can’t come with me, and I know I can’t stay… but just say you’ll wait for me. That’s all I ask.”
“Until the tour’s over?”
He nodded. “Then we can be together.”
“Where? Here or there? Rob, it’s—”
“I don’t care.” He kissed me quiet. “We’ll work it out somehow. Just say you’ll wait.”
What else could I say?
“Yes, I’ll wait.” I put my arms around his neck, divorce papers still in my hands. “But I need to tell you something.”
“Uh-oh.” His eyebrows rose as I gestured for him to bend close, closer, so my mouth was pressed against his ear.
“Three little words,” I whispered. I could have sworn he was trembling. “I—”
“That’s all I need to hear.” He kissed me again and like Sleeping Beauty waking from her dream, I opened my eyes and he was there. Still there.
And he was mine.
The End
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