4 A Summer Fling by Milly Johnson

Author:Milly Johnson [Johnson, Milly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: General, Fiction
ISBN: 9781849831024
Google: 8b4tAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B003IV8GYK
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2010-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 43

Calum was still asleep in bed when Dawn drove off to the Rising Sun at nine o’clock without her Gibson. She couldn’t find it anywhere. Calum had obviously moved it, because she knew she hadn’t. She didn’t have enough time to look for it now and waking him would only bring her more ‘nagging’ accusations, plus she didn’t want him asking her where she was going. So she picked up her old acoustic guitar instead.

‘What am I doing?’ she asked herself when she pulled up outside the pub. It suddenly didn’t feel as innocent as just going and strumming along with some other like-minded musicians. She really did need to stop the flow of chemistry between herself and that cowboy. It wasn’t honest. She would tell Al, definitely that day, that she was getting married, she decided. Then again, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as excited about anything as she did about playing guitar with him that morning. It felt right and wrong in equal quantities.

The boys had already started practising when she got there. The acoustics of the room were so much better than the bar, and the twangy guitar sound made her feel a strange longing for something way out of the world she was presently living in.

Al waved over and the music stopped.

‘Boys, I’d like you all to meet Miss Dawny Sole. Dawny – this is Kirk, Samuel and Mac.’

They all said a really friendly hello and Dawn noticed that they’d already got a stool ready for her. She took her guitar out of its battered old case.

‘I’ve had to bring this one,’ she said. ‘I seem to have temporarily mislaid my Gibson.’ She was aware she had missed the opportunity to say that her ‘boyfriend must have moved it’. Deliberately missed the opportunity.

It was still a very nice instrument and she sat fine-tuning the strings on it while the band members asked her questions about her dad and his band and Samuel fetched her a coffee. It was obvious that Al had filled them all in on quite a few details. They strummed idly and then Samuel led the music into a tune she recognized because her dad used to play it and her mum used to sing it. I Took My Chance With You. And just as all the horses had started to run together in the Grand National, the band and Dawn were suddenly all playing it and Samuel started singing and Dawn opened her mouth and her voice joined his and her heart lifted from her shoes back to where it should be residing. It was the most exhilarated she could remember feeling in years. She felt as if she was standing in sunshine and it threw the rest of her life into dark shade.

‘You have a lovely voice, Dawny Sole,’ said Samuel. ‘What else do you know?’

‘Crikey, loads of things. Anything from Tammy Wynette to Chris Isaak.’

‘We once opened for Chris,’ said Al.

‘NO!’ said Dawn, who had rather a thing about Chris Isaak.

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