Rock Radio - By Lisa Wainland Page 0,62
tangled in each other.
“Tell me you can stay for a while,” Cody said pulling her closer.
“I’m yours for the weekend,” she replied, so thankful she had the time off.
“Good, ‘cause we have another show here tonight which means I have the day free.”
“Perfect,” she said, rolling on top of him. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking something by the water,” he said. “I grew up in the middle of the state, the beach is still a novelty for me.”
“That’s funny I did, too. I’m from Orlando.”
“Oh...not far from me. I grew up in Pinetree.” The truth slipped out unknowingly. Even though he was years removed from his troubled past, Cody still could never admit to anyone where he really came from. It would open the door for too many questions...possible digging. And now he just told a woman he barely knew the truth.
“That’s ironic.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like to tell anyone where I’m really from...I don’t want anyone bothering my family and stuff,” he said, trying to clean up his mistake.
“I can appreciate that. Don’t worry my lips are sealed.”
Cody was thankful for his quick save and hoped he could trust her. He had a feeling he could.
“So that still leaves us with the question...where to go?”
“Why don’t we drive and see where the day takes us. I have my convertible.”
“Awesome.”
Dana and Cody hit the road and headed to the Gulf of Mexico. They cruised down the highway under a cloudless blue sky. Dana put down the top and let the wind and sun caress their skin.
They parked by the beach and strolled the shore holding hands learning more about each other. A one man steel drum band had set up on the sand playing one Bob Marley tune after another, the Caribbean rhythm providing a perfect soundtrack to their afternoon.
Cody twirled Dana around on the sand, ignoring the bemused stares.
“Whee...” she laughed.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
He spun her into him and kissed her on the lips.
“What next Miss Drew?”
“You know Drew’s not my real last name...”
“No?” he said in mock shock, “Next you’re gonna tell me there’s no such thing as the tooth fairy.”
“Oh, no...I’ll only dispel one myth at a time.”
“So who are you mystery woman?”
“Dana Hill.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Okay, that’s cool you think so, but this is the part where you tell me who you really are Cody Blue.”
“I really am Cody Blue,” he said with a straight face.
“Don’t put me on.”
“No, I am Cody Blue Smith.”
Dana laughed hysterically. “You’re funny. C’mon I told you my real name, what’s the big deal to give up yours?”
“Dana,” he said seriously, “I really am Cody Blue Smith.”
“Oh God,” she stopped laughing, “You really are.”
“My mother is Jane Smith...can you imagine?”
“What a normal name.”
“Well, Jane Smith wanted to make sure she didn’t have a son named...
“John Smith.”
“Exactly.”
“I can honestly say you’re the first Cody Blue Smith I’ve ever met.”
“One of a kind.”
“Yes, you are.” She squeezed his hand.
“So then, what’s next Dana Hill?”
“Oooh...that’s sounds weird. No one calls me that except my dad.”
“Sorry,” he grinned sheepishly.
The afternoon was winding down. They walked toward the shore, taking off their shoes to wade in the water. It was almost time for sunset, Florida’s best free show.
Dana looked over at Cody trying to figure out what this was. They clicked. But then what? He was leaving for a new city tomorrow. What was she doing?
Falling in love with a guy she could never really have.
Dana knew a bit about the rock star life. She’d met so many bands over the years...she knew they never really kept up relationships. It was hard. Bands were pretty much always on the road, never really making roots. Then there were the groupies. Cody’s band hadn’t even really made it big yet, but already Dana could see the women in the audience looking for one night with a rock star-to-be. This wouldn’t exactly lead to the white picket fence life she wanted. Have your fun, her mind reasoned, enjoy yourself, but don’t let yourself fall for him. This relationship is not going to end up the way you want it to.
That was logic.
In her heart, though, she’d never been so exhilarated, so excited in her life. She and Cody seemed to have an unspoken connection. The mere thought of him sent chills down her spine and her mind places it didn’t dare go with anyone else. Sam was safe. Cody was dangerous.
She never realized the difference could be so thrilling.
Besides, safe Sam turned out to be a failure.
“This is