around. Jayne's not your slave. If you forget to ask her to pick you up
something when you give her the list, then you're out of luck. You wouldn't
have asked my sister to run around making all these special trips for you, so
you're not forcing Jayne to do them anymore either."
"What were you
asking her to do?" Brendan glanced back and forth between them like he was
watching a tennis match.
Luke raised his brow.
"I don't see how throat lozenges are a big deal."
"One AM requests for
liquor are. Demands for fucking ice cream are."
"You asked her to do
that?" Brendan leaned closer. "What's wrong with you?"
Luke scowled. "It's
not that big a deal."
Zander shoved Luke's
shoulder. "Like hell it isn't. You're keeping her from doing her job. And
you're making her job more difficult. Also, stop being an asshole when you
speak to her."
"Whatever, man. I'm
done." Luke turned and strode toward the lobby.
Zander followed him.
"We're not done. I don't know what your deal is, but you're going to be
nice to her. And while you're at it, get your memory checked. I've never known
someone to forget as many things as you have these past few weeks."
They gained the attention
of everyone in the lobby.
Luke flipped him off and
walked through the automatic doors.
Two hands on his shoulders
kept Zander from following. Brendan stood on his left and Landry on his right.
"Let him go."
Landry sipped his coffee. "So are you sleeping with Jayne?"
He grunted. So much for
secrecy. But maybe everyone knowing was better. "Got a problem with that?"
"Not as long as it
doesn't fuck up the tour. And she doesn't seem like the type for that to
happen."
"Where is she? I
don't like thinking she's been unhappy." Brendan scanned the room.
"Upstairs. I told
her I wanted to talk to you alone. I don't know why Luke's being such an
asshole."
"He's been that way
since we left New York."
"Yeah well, it's
going to stop now. I don't care what he says to me, but Jayne's working for us,
so he'd better figure out how to put on his professional face."
When the elevator opened,
he stepped inside. "I'm going to go see her."
Jayne had showered and
made the bed. He kissed her and handed over his coffee. "I thought we
could share."
"As long as it has
some sugar in it, I'll be good."
He waited until she'd
taken a sip. "Thing is, the guys know about us. Luke asked me what I was
doing in your room at one AM."
"Oh."
"Brendan and Landry
don't care."
"But Luke
does?"
"He walked out
during our meeting. But I laid into him. No more special requests. If it's not
on the list, it's not happening." He paused. "Actually, I'll be
taking a look at that list from now on to make sure there aren't any crazy
requests thrown in."
She nodded. "All
right."
He grasped her hand.
"Why did you run those errands for him? Why not come to me or to my sister
and tell us what was going on?"
"I've had musicians
ask for odd things before, so I didn't think it was too much of a big deal at
first. Then I thought that since the guys know to come to me for the requests,
that maybe Irisa did the extra errands for them too. Yes, he's been an asshole
to me, but I really thought things would get better. Or at least that he would
become more pleasant toward me. It's crossed my mind that maybe he's doing this
as a test. You know he wasn't happy when I was hired. Maybe he needs proof that
I can do anything he asks."
"I don't like that
thought at all. If I find out he was doing it to test you, I'll kick his
ass."
"He reminds me of a
stray."
"What?"
"Sometimes, when
he's sitting alone, he looks lonely. When he's with you guys, sometimes he's
fine and sometimes he's snappish, and when he's with me, he's in full-on
non-friendly. Just like a stray dog at the shelter."
"I told him to be
nicer. If he isn't, you need to tell me. You also need to tell me if he does
ask you to do anything else."
"I don't want to
create problems between you and your band mates."
"You're not the one
who created the problem.
something when you give her the list, then you're out of luck. You wouldn't
have asked my sister to run around making all these special trips for you, so
you're not forcing Jayne to do them anymore either."
"What were you
asking her to do?" Brendan glanced back and forth between them like he was
watching a tennis match.
Luke raised his brow.
"I don't see how throat lozenges are a big deal."
"One AM requests for
liquor are. Demands for fucking ice cream are."
"You asked her to do
that?" Brendan leaned closer. "What's wrong with you?"
Luke scowled. "It's
not that big a deal."
Zander shoved Luke's
shoulder. "Like hell it isn't. You're keeping her from doing her job. And
you're making her job more difficult. Also, stop being an asshole when you
speak to her."
"Whatever, man. I'm
done." Luke turned and strode toward the lobby.
Zander followed him.
"We're not done. I don't know what your deal is, but you're going to be
nice to her. And while you're at it, get your memory checked. I've never known
someone to forget as many things as you have these past few weeks."
They gained the attention
of everyone in the lobby.
Luke flipped him off and
walked through the automatic doors.
Two hands on his shoulders
kept Zander from following. Brendan stood on his left and Landry on his right.
"Let him go."
Landry sipped his coffee. "So are you sleeping with Jayne?"
He grunted. So much for
secrecy. But maybe everyone knowing was better. "Got a problem with that?"
"Not as long as it
doesn't fuck up the tour. And she doesn't seem like the type for that to
happen."
"Where is she? I
don't like thinking she's been unhappy." Brendan scanned the room.
"Upstairs. I told
her I wanted to talk to you alone. I don't know why Luke's being such an
asshole."
"He's been that way
since we left New York."
"Yeah well, it's
going to stop now. I don't care what he says to me, but Jayne's working for us,
so he'd better figure out how to put on his professional face."
When the elevator opened,
he stepped inside. "I'm going to go see her."
Jayne had showered and
made the bed. He kissed her and handed over his coffee. "I thought we
could share."
"As long as it has
some sugar in it, I'll be good."
He waited until she'd
taken a sip. "Thing is, the guys know about us. Luke asked me what I was
doing in your room at one AM."
"Oh."
"Brendan and Landry
don't care."
"But Luke
does?"
"He walked out
during our meeting. But I laid into him. No more special requests. If it's not
on the list, it's not happening." He paused. "Actually, I'll be
taking a look at that list from now on to make sure there aren't any crazy
requests thrown in."
She nodded. "All
right."
He grasped her hand.
"Why did you run those errands for him? Why not come to me or to my sister
and tell us what was going on?"
"I've had musicians
ask for odd things before, so I didn't think it was too much of a big deal at
first. Then I thought that since the guys know to come to me for the requests,
that maybe Irisa did the extra errands for them too. Yes, he's been an asshole
to me, but I really thought things would get better. Or at least that he would
become more pleasant toward me. It's crossed my mind that maybe he's doing this
as a test. You know he wasn't happy when I was hired. Maybe he needs proof that
I can do anything he asks."
"I don't like that
thought at all. If I find out he was doing it to test you, I'll kick his
ass."
"He reminds me of a
stray."
"What?"
"Sometimes, when
he's sitting alone, he looks lonely. When he's with you guys, sometimes he's
fine and sometimes he's snappish, and when he's with me, he's in full-on
non-friendly. Just like a stray dog at the shelter."
"I told him to be
nicer. If he isn't, you need to tell me. You also need to tell me if he does
ask you to do anything else."
"I don't want to
create problems between you and your band mates."
"You're not the one
who created the problem.
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