morning.
I was on the phone with Maggie by eight o’clock. I wanted to resume the tour as soon as humanly possible, and only she – the one responsible for getting Graham mobile again after a traumatic spine injury – could make that happen.
“Well, tonight is out, obviously,” she informed me. “But extended bed rest is a bad idea. I’ll start you on PT Sunday morning. You can do it at Graham’s house. He still has a gym set up to maintain his recovery.”
“What about Phoenix?” I asked.
“I think it’s probably too soon to think about Phoenix,” she advised.
“Too soon? It’s less than a week away.”
“Baby steps, Jordi.”
It was the last thing I wanted to hear. I spent the rest of the day in a pissy, mopey, fuzzy haze thanks to the pills. When I reached for a snack, I didn’t even bother with the trail mix.
It was time for chocolate.
That night, Eddie came home without Shelby, and was quite put out about it. She had to stay for the after-party, to handle all the press inquiries about her stepping into my role while I was out of commission. Because of their scrutiny, he couldn’t tag along. He had to come home like a good husband, which was the first real time he’d been inconvenienced by the title.
Normally his claim to fame got him into parties. Now he’d be considered a first-class ass if he stayed.
While part of me thought that served him right, part of me was definitely not OK with the fact that Shelby would likely be at Jace’s side for all the interviews. My Jace was a white knight if ever there was one, and he would not leave her to the wolves.
He was even kind enough to drop her off at our house later around two o’clock in the morning. She was a little tipsy from the free-flowing champagne at the party, so she had to lean on his strong arms to walk through the door.
I was watching a movie with Eddie in the living room, where we both waited for the other bird for our coop to come home. The minute I saw Jace powerfully fill the door frame of my house, I felt renewed. Just being near him healed me.
“You missed some shindig,” Shelby said as she stumbled my direction, holding out a covered paper plate. “There was a cake almost as high as the ceiling.”
“Thanks,” I murmured as I opened up the plate and found a huge chunk of frosted bliss with my name written all over it.
“How are you feeling, Jordi?” Jace asked , his voice laced with his concern.
“Yeah, how are you feeling, sis?” Shelby asked as she sat on the couch next to me. She had taken to calling me “sis” over the last day or so, telling me that we were sisters of choice, which made the bond that much stronger.
I shrugged. “I’ve been asleep a lot. I want to be well enough for Phoenix.”
Eddie glared at me. “We haven’t made any real decision on whether or not Jordi will rejoin the tour.”
“I have to join the tour,” I told him coolly. “Otherwise we won’t be able to afford our hip little beach house and we’ll get sent packing back to Iowa.”
Eddie’s jaw clenched with anger but he didn’t say anything else. He picked up my tray of food from the coffee table and carried it off toward the kitchen.
“Well,” Jace said, as he turned back to me, “if you need my help, just call.”
“She’s got all the help she needs, Chief,” Eddie informed him coldly. “It’s late. If you really want to help her, you’ll let her get some rest.”
The two men squared off by the sofa where I sat, my feet propped up on some pillows. Shelby must have felt the tension because she hopped to her feet and stepped in between them, taking Jace by the arm to lead him away. “I’ll walk you to your motorcycle, Jace.”
Jace sent me an inquisitive look, to make sure I would be OK if he left. I tilted my head in an imperceptible nod. “Goodnight then,” he offered before allowing her to lead him outside.
The minute the door closed, Eddie reached down to circle my waist with one strong arm.
I was on the phone with Maggie by eight o’clock. I wanted to resume the tour as soon as humanly possible, and only she – the one responsible for getting Graham mobile again after a traumatic spine injury – could make that happen.
“Well, tonight is out, obviously,” she informed me. “But extended bed rest is a bad idea. I’ll start you on PT Sunday morning. You can do it at Graham’s house. He still has a gym set up to maintain his recovery.”
“What about Phoenix?” I asked.
“I think it’s probably too soon to think about Phoenix,” she advised.
“Too soon? It’s less than a week away.”
“Baby steps, Jordi.”
It was the last thing I wanted to hear. I spent the rest of the day in a pissy, mopey, fuzzy haze thanks to the pills. When I reached for a snack, I didn’t even bother with the trail mix.
It was time for chocolate.
That night, Eddie came home without Shelby, and was quite put out about it. She had to stay for the after-party, to handle all the press inquiries about her stepping into my role while I was out of commission. Because of their scrutiny, he couldn’t tag along. He had to come home like a good husband, which was the first real time he’d been inconvenienced by the title.
Normally his claim to fame got him into parties. Now he’d be considered a first-class ass if he stayed.
While part of me thought that served him right, part of me was definitely not OK with the fact that Shelby would likely be at Jace’s side for all the interviews. My Jace was a white knight if ever there was one, and he would not leave her to the wolves.
He was even kind enough to drop her off at our house later around two o’clock in the morning. She was a little tipsy from the free-flowing champagne at the party, so she had to lean on his strong arms to walk through the door.
I was watching a movie with Eddie in the living room, where we both waited for the other bird for our coop to come home. The minute I saw Jace powerfully fill the door frame of my house, I felt renewed. Just being near him healed me.
“You missed some shindig,” Shelby said as she stumbled my direction, holding out a covered paper plate. “There was a cake almost as high as the ceiling.”
“Thanks,” I murmured as I opened up the plate and found a huge chunk of frosted bliss with my name written all over it.
“How are you feeling, Jordi?” Jace asked , his voice laced with his concern.
“Yeah, how are you feeling, sis?” Shelby asked as she sat on the couch next to me. She had taken to calling me “sis” over the last day or so, telling me that we were sisters of choice, which made the bond that much stronger.
I shrugged. “I’ve been asleep a lot. I want to be well enough for Phoenix.”
Eddie glared at me. “We haven’t made any real decision on whether or not Jordi will rejoin the tour.”
“I have to join the tour,” I told him coolly. “Otherwise we won’t be able to afford our hip little beach house and we’ll get sent packing back to Iowa.”
Eddie’s jaw clenched with anger but he didn’t say anything else. He picked up my tray of food from the coffee table and carried it off toward the kitchen.
“Well,” Jace said, as he turned back to me, “if you need my help, just call.”
“She’s got all the help she needs, Chief,” Eddie informed him coldly. “It’s late. If you really want to help her, you’ll let her get some rest.”
The two men squared off by the sofa where I sat, my feet propped up on some pillows. Shelby must have felt the tension because she hopped to her feet and stepped in between them, taking Jace by the arm to lead him away. “I’ll walk you to your motorcycle, Jace.”
Jace sent me an inquisitive look, to make sure I would be OK if he left. I tilted my head in an imperceptible nod. “Goodnight then,” he offered before allowing her to lead him outside.
The minute the door closed, Eddie reached down to circle my waist with one strong arm.
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