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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] You are incredibly nosy, even for a cat. You know that, right? Whitney tapped in a few details, then looked up to see Clementine staring at her. No, of course I m not actually booking it. I m just, you know, seeing if I could. Hypothetically speaking. To see if I could get back to see Ty& Sebastian. Her cat blinked at her, a knowing look in her feline eyes. What? challenged Whitney. I said Sebastian. The online system had her log in so that she could see the finer details of booking the tickets, including whether there would be room for Clementine, since Whitney couldn t exactly just abandon her for a couple of days. Of course, she was going to get to the payment screen and cancel the whole thing. How could she justify a trip like this, right before finals at the end of the first quarter? She had studying to do. Lots and lots of studying, just like the past few months. At last, the payment screen popped up and she stared at it for several moments, not moving. She ought to close the page. The last thing she should ever do was hit the button to accept the Her cat stepped straight onto the computer, either deciding that she d had enough of Whitney s dithering...or simply being annoyed that Whitney had been staring at the computer when she could be staring at her. Clementine! Whitney hurried to pick Clementine off the computer. What have you done? she demanded, though the answer to that was obvious. Her payment information had already been in the system...which meant the transaction had been accepted. She was booked for a flight to San Francisco. Whitney stared at her cat in what she hoped was a suitably stern way. All right, she said at last as relief flooded over her at the knowledge that she d be seeing Tyce again. It looks like we re going to San Francisco. But you re a very naughty cat. Whitney headed off into the bedroom, trying to remember where she d left Clementine s carrying cage while the cat yawned and started licking her paws in a spectacularly smug way. Chapter Thirteen Tyce sat in his living room at the center of a tangle of wires, the laptop in the middle of it all looking like the control console of a space ship. He cradled his guitar, settling into the comfortable spot on the edge of his chair where he could play it without the arm rests getting in the way. He hit the spacebar to record and started to lay down a rhythm guitar part over a simple beat. He did this most mornings since Whitney had left, getting ideas down as quickly as they came, recording demo tracks to take to the Rose Chalet, where he d been regularly getting together after hours with the old friends who formed his new band to bring the songs to life. After years of missing the joy of creating music, Tyce wanted more of it. But it was about more than that. Music was helping to fill the hole in his heart that Whitney s absence had left behind. His cell phone rang, and like every time it buzzed for the past four months, he hoped it was Whitney. Calling to tell him she missed him. Calling to tell him she wished he was with her. Maybe even calling to finally say I love you. When he saw it was Rose, he worked to push away his disappointment, and instead focused his attention on how great his boss had been about his return to songwriting. Rather than being angry with him for not putting the chalet at the center of his world, she was supporting him as a true friend. Not only by letting him use the chalet as a rehearsal space, but by letting him throw his album release party there, as well. Hi, Tyce, I just wanted to go over the final arrangements for your show. Julie said that she s got the food taken care of, Phoebe will be running the invite list, RJ has reinforced the stage, and Anne said she s been working on your band members looks. Is there anything else you need from me? Tyce grinned at the very sweet question from his brilliant and focused boss. He d run the music at the Rose Chalet for so long that the whole place was set up exactly the way he wanted it. Still, he had to tease her with, You do realize that most musicians would come up with totally outrageous demands at this point? As you well know, I will not be supplying you with groupies, television sets to throw out of windows, or bowls of M&Ms with the brown ones taken out. Her amusement came through loud and clear. Seriously, Rose, everything s perfect. I really appreciate all you ve done for me. You ve always been a great friend, Tyce, she said simply. To all of us. No matter where music took him, he knew he d be friends with Rose and the rest of the chalet crew for life. Actually, Tyce, I have a favor to ask you. Don t worry, he teased, I m not going to set off fireworks from the stage. Definitely don t do that! she agreed with a laugh, before explaining, I have another client [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |