to frown.
“That’s not what it looks like from where I sit,” Jonathan replied casually, leaning back in his chair.
I chewed on the end of my straw nervously, feeling Damien’s eyes on me. I had a feeling Damien knew we’d been talking about him, but I wasn’t going to be the one to admit that. He took a sip of his beer, his eyes moving over my face. My gaze flickered back and forth between my cup and his dark, knowing eyes.
Jonathan merely watched us for a moment before turning to me and asking, “So I hear you play the cello , Tempie.”
I nodded, happy for the distraction. “Yeah. I’ve been playing since I was six.”
“Damien said you’re good.”
I turned to look at Damien and he glanced away.
“Well, if you’re as bad ass as he says you are , I’d like to invite you to come jam with us. A few of our songs could really use a cello.”
My eyes widened. “Songs? Are you in a band?”
“Yeah,” Jonathan chuckled. “So’s Damien.”
“You’re in a band?” I repeated, not being able to understand how a fellow musician didn’t recognize another fellow musician. Could he get any sexier? First rugby, now this. I was going to be powerless to resist him.
“Yeah,” Damien replied almost shyly.
My mind was being blown. I had no idea that Damien had an artsy side to him. I should have known with how brooding he was, but he never talked about this life, so I had no way of knowing. “What’s your name? Have I heard of you guys?”
“Silence and Sorrow,” Jonathan replied when Damien made no move to do so.
I furrowed my brow, trying to remember if I’d heard of them before. I hadn’t.
“I’ve never heard of you guys.”
“Yeah, well we’re local and not that big. We started playing, what? A year ago?”
Damien nodded. “Yeah, around then.”
“What do you play?” I asked Damien.
“The lead guitar,” he replied.
I stared at him. It was like I didn’t know him at all. I just thought he was a twenty-one year old guy who managed a coffee shop, not some musician who played rugby on the side. Jesus, I was so screwed.
“Yeah and he writes all the music,” Jonathan added with a large smile.
My eyes widened as my heart thumped away frantically in my chest. “Really? Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Never came up,” Damien muttered, glowering at Jonathan who was smiling widely.
I turned to Jonathan. “So what do you play?”
“The guitar and I sing.”
“Wow, that’s cool. I had no idea.”
“Most people just think we’re just jocks, but we’re in touch with the artsy side too. There are two other guys in the band. Jude and Asher.”
I glanced around the bar and Jonathan shook his head. “They don’t play rugby. They’re the more traditional rockers. You know, tight pants, crying about shit.”
The corners of my lips tilted up, happy for the humor. “Yeah.” I then turned toward Damien and asked, “Why don’t you sing your own music?”
He shrugged and Jonathan explained, “He used too, but not anymore.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Just not inspired to anymore,” Damien said before adding, “Plus my voice is whatever.”
I wanted to ask a hundred more questions, but Jonathan interrupted. He must have sensed my oncoming inquisition and Damien’s obvious discomfort. “So you should come to one of our practices. See if you even like our kind of music.”
“ Really? Yeah, I’d like that,” I replied, flattered that I was even being included.
Jonathan turned toward Damien. “Can you tell her when the next practice is once I get a hold of Jude and Asher?”
“ Yeah,” Damien replied and I peeked over at Damien. He seemed like he was closed off and reluctant to the whole idea. Not that I really knew what was going on inside that head of his anymore. From what I’d just learned, I didn’t think I knew him at all.
“Usually the band meets up last minute. Hope that’s okay,” Jonathan said before adding, “And please bring
“That’s not what it looks like from where I sit,” Jonathan replied casually, leaning back in his chair.
I chewed on the end of my straw nervously, feeling Damien’s eyes on me. I had a feeling Damien knew we’d been talking about him, but I wasn’t going to be the one to admit that. He took a sip of his beer, his eyes moving over my face. My gaze flickered back and forth between my cup and his dark, knowing eyes.
Jonathan merely watched us for a moment before turning to me and asking, “So I hear you play the cello , Tempie.”
I nodded, happy for the distraction. “Yeah. I’ve been playing since I was six.”
“Damien said you’re good.”
I turned to look at Damien and he glanced away.
“Well, if you’re as bad ass as he says you are , I’d like to invite you to come jam with us. A few of our songs could really use a cello.”
My eyes widened. “Songs? Are you in a band?”
“Yeah,” Jonathan chuckled. “So’s Damien.”
“You’re in a band?” I repeated, not being able to understand how a fellow musician didn’t recognize another fellow musician. Could he get any sexier? First rugby, now this. I was going to be powerless to resist him.
“Yeah,” Damien replied almost shyly.
My mind was being blown. I had no idea that Damien had an artsy side to him. I should have known with how brooding he was, but he never talked about this life, so I had no way of knowing. “What’s your name? Have I heard of you guys?”
“Silence and Sorrow,” Jonathan replied when Damien made no move to do so.
I furrowed my brow, trying to remember if I’d heard of them before. I hadn’t.
“I’ve never heard of you guys.”
“Yeah, well we’re local and not that big. We started playing, what? A year ago?”
Damien nodded. “Yeah, around then.”
“What do you play?” I asked Damien.
“The lead guitar,” he replied.
I stared at him. It was like I didn’t know him at all. I just thought he was a twenty-one year old guy who managed a coffee shop, not some musician who played rugby on the side. Jesus, I was so screwed.
“Yeah and he writes all the music,” Jonathan added with a large smile.
My eyes widened as my heart thumped away frantically in my chest. “Really? Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Never came up,” Damien muttered, glowering at Jonathan who was smiling widely.
I turned to Jonathan. “So what do you play?”
“The guitar and I sing.”
“Wow, that’s cool. I had no idea.”
“Most people just think we’re just jocks, but we’re in touch with the artsy side too. There are two other guys in the band. Jude and Asher.”
I glanced around the bar and Jonathan shook his head. “They don’t play rugby. They’re the more traditional rockers. You know, tight pants, crying about shit.”
The corners of my lips tilted up, happy for the humor. “Yeah.” I then turned toward Damien and asked, “Why don’t you sing your own music?”
He shrugged and Jonathan explained, “He used too, but not anymore.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Just not inspired to anymore,” Damien said before adding, “Plus my voice is whatever.”
I wanted to ask a hundred more questions, but Jonathan interrupted. He must have sensed my oncoming inquisition and Damien’s obvious discomfort. “So you should come to one of our practices. See if you even like our kind of music.”
“ Really? Yeah, I’d like that,” I replied, flattered that I was even being included.
Jonathan turned toward Damien. “Can you tell her when the next practice is once I get a hold of Jude and Asher?”
“ Yeah,” Damien replied and I peeked over at Damien. He seemed like he was closed off and reluctant to the whole idea. Not that I really knew what was going on inside that head of his anymore. From what I’d just learned, I didn’t think I knew him at all.
“Usually the band meets up last minute. Hope that’s okay,” Jonathan said before adding, “And please bring
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