About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,13

was baking banana bread and his father was teasing her about her cooking skills. They’d seemed happy. I’d never witnessed them fighting, and I spent as much time at their house as I did my Gran’s over the many summers I visited.

Chet leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “His parents got divorced when he was seventeen just a few months after his sister died. Sad shit,” he whispered. “I figure it’s part of his moodiness. I just overlook it.”

I watched as Chet stood up then turned to look back at the closed door of his room. He and his dad had been so close. My chest ached for him. I knew so little about his life after Cora died.

The door to Griff’s room opened and I remembered that things happened for a reason. If Creed hadn’t shut me out then I wouldn’t have found Griff. I loved Griff. He was good to me. He made me happy. I’d been so unhappy when we met.

Because of losing Creed and Cora.

Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts. I wasn’t going to think about what could have been. There was no point. Life happened and time moved on.

Five

Red’s was loud and college students were everywhere. It reminded me a lot of Smokey’s in Nashville. All college bars probably looked alike. This was just my second one to visit. However, Red’s was on the water, making the view much nicer.

Griff’s hand stayed closed around mine as we walked through the people. Chet was leading the way and he had said there was a table reserved for us near the left of the stage. I found that hard to believe with the mass quantity of bodies in this bar.

When we finally broke through the congestion of people there was, in fact, a table to the left of the stage. It was a round booth to be exact. The table was large enough for at least ten people to sit around it with eight of those people fitting in the curved booth seating.

I recognized Jazz sitting snuggled up to a guy with spiked bleach-blonde hair on the right side of the booth. A guy with black hair pulled back in a ponytail sat on the far-left side of the booth and on a stool beside him with one booted foot propped on the stool and the other planted firmly on the ground sat Creed. A beer was in his hand and he appeared relaxed and rock star like.

“Creed!” Chet called out over the noise and Creed turned his gaze toward us.

Chet stopped in front of their table and Creed stood up. “Hey,” he replied, his gaze shifting from Chet to me lingering a moment then he nodded his head toward the table. “Have a seat.”

The guy with the ponytail stood up and waved his hand for us to move inside.

“This is Dalm,” Creed said by way of introducing us. “You met Jazz already and then that’s Wayne.”

“Thanks for letting us crash your table,” Chet told them.

“We don’t use it much anyway. At least you all can keep the others away,” Jazz said with a shrug of her bare shoulder. The red halter top and tiny black leather wrapped around her waist to make a skirt was still all she had on. Most of her skin was exposed, and I was freezing just looking at her.

Chet slid in first then Griff motioned for me to go next. I liked the idea of being safely between Chet and Griff and went in quickly before he changed his mind.

“I’m Chet,” he told the others then nodded his head to me. “Sailor and Griff.”

Jazz smirked and reached for her drink. It looked like a tall glass of ice water. She said nothing though. I had been expecting something with the way she cut her gaze in our direction. It was probably best she remained silent. I didn’t picture her as the polite type.

“I don’t mean to interrupt but can I have your autograph?” a brunette asked, drawing everyone’s attention in her direction. She was petite, curvy and very large breasted. She had dressed to make sure everyone saw just how big her boobs were. The girl was also only interested in Creed’s autograph. She wasn’t looking at anyone else.

“You are interrupting,” Jazz drawled.

The girl blushed and glanced at her. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted Creed’s autograph. I know when the set is over he will be covered by fans.” She batted her eyelashes at him then.

“Got a