It was so easy to forget how it'd been between us while I was listening to him sing.
It was so easy to want to forget after listening to the song he'd written.
But that time in my past was something I was far from proud of.
"The band's right in here," Robert was saying, gesturing to an open door from which music and raucous laughter poured out.
"They'll be excited to meet you."
My feet dug in suddenly and Gideon paused, glancing at me with a frown.
I pushed up onto my toes and whispered, "I'm not all that interested in meeting them.
If you don't mind, I'm going to hit the backstage bathroom and head out to the limo."
"Can you wait a few minutes and I'll go with you?" "I'll be okay.
Don't worry about me."
He touched my forehead.
"Are you feeling all right? You look flushed."
"I'm feeling great.
I'll show you exactly how great as soon as we get home."
That did the trick.
His frown faded and his mouth curved.
"I'll hurry this along, then."
He looked at Robert Phillips and gestured at Arnoldo and Shawna.
"Can you take them in? I need a minute."
"Gideon, really ."
I protested.
"I'm walking you over there."
I knew that tone.
I let him walk me the twenty feet to the bathroom.
"I can take it from here, ace."
"I'll wait."
"Then we'll never get out of here.
Go do your thing.
I'll be fine."
He gave me a very patient look.