“Do you know any more of
her music?”
“She only had a few hit singles as far as I could find,” he said.
“Phoenix did the research.” He jabbed a thumb toward his drummer.
“She disappeared back in the 80s, I think.” He glanced at Phoenix who nodded.
“Do you know any more of
her music?”
“She only had a few hit singles as far as I could find,” he said.
“Phoenix did the research.” He jabbed a thumb toward his drummer.
“She disappeared back in the 80s, I think.” He glanced at Phoenix who nodded.
“It was a number one hit in 1987.” The intro had her sitting up straight as the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. When he belted the first words, her heart pounded hard and skipped a beat. She knew that song and not because she had heard in on the oldies but goodies radio station.
“And there they are now,” she murmured as she spotted the band members at their van unloading equipment.
Maverick glanced up from behind
the bar when Rowan arrived for work, a bit flustered and her hair somewhat
mussed.
Katie strode over to her with a
grin plastered to her face. “Lordy girl, what have you been doing?”
He’d been wondering the same thing. Katie’s hand went for the hair ornament in Rowan’s hair and plucked it out. It appeared to be foliage of some sort.
She stood and hurried to the road again. She ran a hand through her hair as her gaze searched the area for any sign of movement, any sign of life. The tree leaves rustled as if whispering amongst themselves and judging her. She whirled around and trudged back to her car and slipped inside. Her hand went through the motions of starting the car about she sat there unable to put the car in reverse. Her hands shook as her fingers grabbed for the purse that had slid to the floor.
She turned off a road where the pines and brush had grown with wild abandonment without corporations clearing it away for housing or whatever else their imaginations could conjure up for zoning.
“Dammit, I like her and we need her. So keep your hot bod in check.”
“What?
“I knew it,” she exclaimed and slammed the chalk down on the bar.
“Knew what?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. You better not have slept with her.”
“Great.” He hoped he sounded at least a little pleased his father would be visiting. He would have preferred to have the band here without his father trying to intimidate Rowan into giving them a spot.
“The Golden Swamp Fires.
Fine group of gals with voices to surpass any of those vibrant yellow birds of East Texas.”
“I’m sure we can find them
a spot but you’ll have to go through my new manager.”