Claim 3: Volume Three by Suzanne Ashley

Author:Suzanne, Ashley [Suzanne, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley Suzanne Books
Published: 2015-02-12T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Nolan

I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed when I walked off stage and saw a waiting text from Wendy. I had wanted to spend some time with Loren, especially after I saw the way that executive was looking at her—like he was a death row inmate and she was his final meal. I wanted her more than I wanted to get on that stage, but I knew the guys needed this. We’d been screwing around for long; we never really got a real shot. That software campaign would be a step in the right direction. I still had no intention of going mainstream with my music, but the guys, especially Mikey, needed something more than what they had.

Wendy’s text said she was lonely and was just checking up on me, wanted to see if I could talk. My heart clenched. She was dying and I was trying to do more with my life. It didn’t seem fair. And I owed her my time for whatever she had left. Loren wasn’t going anywhere, Wendy would be soon. So after the show ended, I didn’t wait around to leave with Loren, but briefly went to her table, informed her I was headed back to Cloverton instead and walked out.

The drive back to Wendy’s is pretty somber. I don’t bother turning on the radio or playing my iPod. The time inside my own head would do me good. And going back to Loren’s tonight would have been bad. I’m pretty sure if you look it up, taking care of your dying wife, ex or not, doesn’t have anything to do with sleeping with a gorgeous woman you’ve been on a few dates with. If anything ,that would make me a pretty big douchebag.

Pulling up in front of Wendy’s, I kill the engine, grab my bag and head inside. Walking through the front door, all the lights are out on the main level, leading me to believe everyone’s asleep. No wonder Wendy’s lonely. All she has are the people in this house and if they’re all in bed, she’s by herself. Guilt hits me and it hits me hard. I should have let the guys handle the gig and stayed behind with Wendy.

“Hey,” I softly announce myself as I step into her bedroom. Her eyes blink open and a faint smile appears across her chapped lips.

“Hey, you. You could have just called me or something. I wasn’t expecting you to drive all the way back tonight.”

“I know, but I wanna be here.” At my statement, her smile widens. Wendy tries to sit up, but has a difficult time with all the tubes and her weakened state. Rushing to her side, I place my hand behind her and raise the bed higher.

“Good?” I ask, slowly removing my hand.

“Perfect,” she whispers. “Tell me. How’d it go? Did you get it? I know you said it was pretty important.”

“Not sure yet. Should know in a few days.”

“I bet you’ll get it. You’ve always been an excellent performer. Do you remember our prom? You were so adorable, up there singing away.

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