"Is that right?" His scowl faded.
"What'd I do now?" "You didn't tell me about Brett and Six-Ninths."
"Oh yeah ."
A bit of his old sparkle came back into his eyes.
"How'd he look?" "Good.
Really good."
Very hot, but I kept that thought to myself.
"Although right now, he might not look much better than you."
I told him about the kiss and the resulting fight.
"Cross threw down, huh?" Cary shook his head, then winced and stopped.
"Taking on Brett took guts - he's a barroom brawler who loves a good fight."
"And Gideon is a trained mixed martial artist."
I began digging through the bag Gideon had brought.
"Why didn't you tell me Captive Soul had signed with a major label?" "Because you didn't need to fall into that hole again.
There are girls who can date rock stars; you're not one of them.
All that time on the road, all those groupies .
You'd drive yourself and him insane."
I shot him a look.
"I'm in total agreement with you.
But I'm insulted that you'd think I'd run back to him just because he made it big."
"That's not why.
I didn't want you to hear their first single if it could be helped."
"'Golden'?" "Yeah ."
He studied me as I headed toward the bathroom.
"What'd you think of it?" "It's better than a song titled 'Tapped That.'" "Ha!" He waited until I came out again with my face washed and hair brushed.
"So .
you kissed him."
"That's the beginning and end of that story," I said dryly.
"Have you talked to Trey since Friday?" "No.
They've got my phone somewhere.