Heart's Desire: an Angel Fire Rock Romance by ELLIE MASTERS

Author:ELLIE MASTERS
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JEM Publishing

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dreams

Ryker

Ryker didn’t know why he needed to take her to the hangar, except he found solace in music. The hope was, she would as well. What he would play remained a mystery, but he hoped to make something up on the fly. Angel Fire hadn’t packed up their gear. For their USO Unplugged tour, they’d needed very little of it and left most of their things behind. And, while it might be a bit presumptuous to assume he could borrow their gear, he had a sense they wouldn’t mind.

For a moment, he wondered what had happened to Ash’s guitar, thinking Baby probably hadn’t survived the accident. Did that word even apply? Was running over a roadside bomb accidental?

He hated this world and looked forward to finishing out his deployment, taking a few months off, and then finding a nice, quiet hospital that needed a respiratory technician. One more month, and he’d be on his way to that dream.

“Are you sure we should be in here?” Tia asked in a whisper.

With his hand gripping hers—even though assuming a degree of familiarity was dangerous in a no-fraternization climate—he tugged her past the door. It was late, and no one was around. Security patrolled the base but focused more on the perimeter than the buildings inside. One of three hangars on base, this one was the smallest, more often empty than not. Like the concert from the night before, it was used more for Group Commander Calls than to store aircraft.

The stage platform remained. It hadn’t been taken down. Vaguely, he remembered Forest mentioning an encore performance at Bagram. None of the band’s instruments were out. Those had all been tucked back into their crates, but Smiley had given him the combination to the guitar locker prior to that last show. He headed over there now. Unlike acoustic guitars, electric guitars required an amplifier to drive the sound. He’d seen one onstage and hoped electricity ran to it. Otherwise, this was going to be a pointless mission.

“Hop onstage,” he urged Tia.

“You sure this is okay?” she asked again.

“More than okay,” he assured. “There’s an amp—that black box over there. Can you take a look and see if the cord is still plugged in? Then, flip that switch and see if the red light pops on.”

“Okay,” she said, lifting herself up onto the stage.

He took a moment to admire the perfect shape of her ass and all the things he couldn’t wait to show her. While she checked on power, he headed over to the black lockers that held the gear. Most of them were identical in size, except for the one containing Bash’s drum kit. That one was fatter and squatter than the others. That left him with several lockers to search. Briefly, he thought about playing on Ash’s or Spike’s gear, but he loved the throaty punch of the bass, and he had several favorites he could play where the bass carried the melody line. What he planned remained fuzzy, except he needed to get his mind off that accident as well.

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