More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,57
getting ready for your show?” she asked, propping herself up on her bed at her dad’s place in Bucktown.
“Yep. Last show. How’s it going there? What time is everyone coming over?”
Jade and her father had a tight group of friends that came to their house every Thanksgiving. I’d spent the last two years with them, and I was definitely missing it today. The normalcy. The comfort.
Jade.
“Everyone’s coming around three o’clock.”
“I’m glad you called. We still haven’t gotten to talk about those lyrics you wrote.” We’d texted about it and the few times we’d spoken had been pretty rushed and I’d wanted to hear about her interview.
“Oh. Well, I’m no songwriter. But it was how I felt.”
“How you felt or how you feel?” I asked.
Her cheeks pinked, and she smiled. “Obviously, it’s how I feel.”
“So, you’re not dating anyone new?” My tone was all tease, but I wanted to see where we stood.
She rolled her eyes. “No. I told you I was just going to be on my own for a while.”
“How’s that going for you?”
“You know, it hasn’t been that bad,” she said with a laugh.
“You’re not missing me as much as I miss you?”
Her face softened and she whispered, “I’m missing you a lot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to see you,” I said.
“I’m excited for your graduation. Only two more weeks. Will you be home for long?”
“Just two days. But things slow down after Christmas. Can I spend those two days with you when I’m home?”
“Yeah, of course. I was hoping I’d get to see you a lot when you’re here.”
“Me too, More Jade. Hey, can I ask you something?” I said.
“Of course.”
“Did you do those silly questions again this year?” I asked, making fun of the questions Jade put under everyone’s plate on Thanksgiving every year. It was my favorite of her wacky traditions.
“They aren’t silly, and yes. Why?”
“Choose one for me. It’ll make me feel like I’m there, having a normal holiday.”
She studied my gaze and tilted her head to the side. “I knew it. You love the questions too.”
I laughed. “Whatever. Hit me with it.”
She set the phone down and I heard her shuffling around her room before she returned with a bowl. She shook it in front of the phone and dipped her hand in. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. Ah… what do you think is your best quality? I can’t wait to hear this one.”
“Best quality? Well, I could go on and on.” I laughed. “I’d say my best quality is my ability to know when I’ve found something good, and not to give up on it even when I’m incredibly uncomfortable and tortured.”
Her head tipped back with a laugh. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me laugh even when you’re probably serious.”
“I’m totally serious. Remember when we first met and you told me your dad believed there was one perfect match for each person,” I said, pushing to my feet and changing T-shirts as I heard Luke outside my door calling everyone to get on the bus.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I believe it too. And you’re mine. And I’m not giving up.” I pushed my fingers through my hair and slipped on my combat boots.
“Okay, rock star. You better get going. Have a good show, and I’ll see you soon.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Jade.”
“Happy Thanksgiving.” She paused and bit down on her bottom lip. “I love you, Cruz.”
“Love you, more.”
She was coming around. I ended the call and met the guys out in our suite, and we made our way to the venue. I was ready to get back to the states and see Jade. But for now, I’d focus on our show.
Gio and I found a gym not far from the hotel, and we stepped outside and waited for our ride. I’d