Keepers of the Flame: A love story by Jeannie Wycherley

Author:Jeannie Wycherley [Wycherley, Jeannie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bark at the Moon Books
Published: 2018-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

As the train rolled into Birmingham New Street, Jane’s heart thudded heavily in her chest. She was at once excited, but absurdly nervous. She was single, footloose and fancy free and she could do what she wanted. This felt oddly grown-up.

Silas had called her every day over the last few days, sometimes two or three times a day. They had talked and laughed and with every conversation she had grown even more attached to him. Just the sound of his voice had her burning with a desire to be close to him. There was no question in her mind, that tonight was the night.

On the station concourse, Jane brought a street map of the city, and stood puzzling over it for a while. Silas had suggested she head to the hotel first of all and dump her things in his room, then ask the hotel to book her a cab to the Symphony Hall. It turned out the hotel wasn’t far from the railway station, so she made her way there quickly and stood nervously at the reception.

“Hi. I’m Jane Fraser. I’m staying with Silas Garfield as his guest,” she informed the receptionist, who gave her the once over, taking in her jeans and leather jacket, making a point of lingering over her register as though Jane’s name didn’t exist.

“Yes, I have a note to that effect.” She smiled, yet there was something passive aggressive in the way the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Room 622, on the top floor. Lift is to your right.”

“Thank you,” said Jane, feeling about two inches tall.

She waited for the lift impatiently, anxious to get away from the receptionist’s cold gaze. It was ridiculous really. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, the woman made her feel like an escort or something. She supposed that was part of the territory when you were hanging out with rock stars.

That thought gave her pause. She was hanging out with rock stars. She had really gone up in the world. Plain Jane from Exeter was meeting a rock god. Jane looked back over her shoulder at the receptionist, “I’ll try to avoid the urge to throw a television out of the window,” she said, and as the lift doors closed, giggled at the woman’s face.

She let herself into Silas’s room. He’d obviously been here, albeit briefly. His bags were piled to one side, one of them open, and his guitar had pride of place on one of the armchairs. She thought the room smelled of him although maybe that was her imagination.

The room wasn’t as fancy as the Royal Victoria, but it was clean and bright, the bed a king-size, and dressed with simple plain white linen, and a red throw. Silas had left her a note on one of the pillows.

“See you soon! I can’t wait! X”

***

The cab dropped her at the rear entrance of the Symphony Hall. A gaggle of young men and women were crowding by the door, and at first Jane thought they were queuing to get in, however she quickly realised they were fans hoping to meet members of the group.

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