Rock Radio - By Lisa Wainland Page 0,38

this shindig?”

“I don’t know,” Dana answered. Jonny was relieved he had successfully changed the topic of conversation.

They arrived at the party boat docked at Bayside Marketplace in Miami. Though it was January, the night was balmy. A gentle breeze wove through the palm fronds. The sky was clear and the moon full. The Miami skyline shone neon colors. It was a beautiful night.

The three made their way to the dock to meet the party boat. The Celebration was three stories tall - two indoor floors with an open air top deck for dancing. They boarded the vessel, pasted on their phony smiles and made a beeline for the bar. Alcohol was the only way to get through one of these parties.

Dana couldn’t wish the party away fast enough. She had The Cody Blue Experience on her brain. It was nice to have a distraction from Sam. Her brain was on overload, analyzing every angle of what went wrong. Her heart just missed him. She picked up the phone last night and almost called him. Then she realized she had no idea what his home number was or where his home even was. She briefly thought of calling his work number, foolishly thinking the party might be a good excuse to see each other, thinking maybe he had a change of heart. But five digits in, she hung up. If anything had changed he would have called.

Going to see the new band tonight would be fun...and would take up more of the night. Lately, sleep was hard alone in her very quiet apartment. Nighttime was when she missed Sam the most. The empty space next to her was a cruel reminder, so a reason not to go home was a blessing. Jonny called the club yesterday to tell them they were coming. They were put on the VIP guest list, a nice little perk of their job.

While Dana hung out at the bar, Jonny and Jill took to the dance floor. A top forty style band was playing their hearts out. Jonny twirled Jill and they shared a knowing smile. Dancing used to be one of their favorite things to do.

“It’s been too long since we’ve done this,” Jill said, beaming.

“I agree,” Jonny said, returning her smile.

It wasn’t long before Nick Coleman approached them. Nick wore a tight white t-shirt and a single large diamond earring. “Can I have this dance?” he said to Jill, extending his hand.

Jonny batted it away. “Aw, Nick, don’t steal my wife from me. I rarely get to see her.”

Nick snickered to himself wondering if Jonny thought about his wife while he was banging Heather. Nick kept what he had seen a secret. He knew that juicy little tidbit might come in handy one day.

“Well, now that we’re working together on the Miami Motors account I thought we could mix some pleasure with business.”

Jill forced a smile. “Sorry, Nick, I’ll have to agree with my husband on this one. We’ll have time together on Monday.”

“Promise sweetie?”

“Promise,” Jill said with saccharin sweetness.

Nick gave her a peck on the cheek and walked away.

Jill shuddered and wiped her cheek. “He’s so icky.”

Jonny laughed. “That he is.”

The two of them danced and socialized together. Heather watched them from across the dance floor. She had never seen Jill before. Jill’s body wasn’t as good as hers was, that was for sure, but Jill was pretty. Jonny didn’t seem to mind her too much. The way he described her, Heather had pictured a wallflower with no personality, not this attractive woman who Jonny was clearly enjoying himself with.

Heather desperately wanted to approach him, ask him why he hadn’t put her back on the air, but she knew better than to confront him here. Instead she just figured she’d give him a rise, make a little trouble.

“Hey Jonny,” she said breezing by in her short form-fitting gold slip dress.

He looked a little shaken. “Oh, Heather, hi.”

Jill nudged him. “Aren’t you going to introduce us sweetheart?” she asked, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Heather, this is my wife Jill, Jill this is Heather. She’s the one who called us the other night.”

Jill took in the young girl before her and pasted on a smile. She sensed the young girl’s thirst for her husband. “Nice to meet you.”

Jonny saw the two women shake hands. It was too weird.

“Nice to meet you, too. I’ll catch you guys later,” Heather said, turning to walk away, making sure Jonny saw her tight golden ass.

He didn’t miss it.

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