“Linnie’s parents are coming in this morning. They’re planning everything. I’l let Mace know what’s goin’ on.”
“You’l let Mace know?” I asked, my eyes went back to narrowed and this was a different kind of narrowed, a dangerous kind of narrowed.
Juno caught my look, read my look, knew my look, sat on her doggie heiny and woofed a “What now?” doggie woof.
“Yeah, he told us you were incommunicado and we should talk through him to you. We’re cool.” Erm, ex-kah-use me?
“Buzz –”
“Later, Stel a Bel a.”
Disconnect.
I flipped the phone shut. Then I took a deep breath. Then I wondered where the mel ow, laidback, I don’t have time to be pissed off Stel a Gunn disappeared to.
Then I tossed the phone aside, shot from the bed breaking free from Mace’s arm and turned on him.
“You held a band meeting,” I accused.
Mace’s leg on the bed came down so he was in a ful sitting position. His elbows went to his knees, his hands dangling between them and he tilted his head back to look up at me.
In keeping the information flowing, Mace often sat like this, this was Mace’s way. For some weird reason, I always found it sexy. Now I found irritating.
“Stel a –”
“With my band,” I went on.
“Stel a –”
“Without me, ” I kept at it.
Mace decided to keep silent.
You should also know Mace often fel silent when I was in rant mode.
Juno decided to woof then pant, unsure what this turn of events meant to her imminent bathroom break.
“Who happens to be the leader of the band,” I reminded him.
Mace kept his silence.
“You told them to communicate with me through you.” I was on a rol .
Mace stil didn’t speak.
I waited. Mace did too.
I was wearing nothing but a white tank top Daisy gave me and my white panties. Mace was wearing nothing but light blue boxer shorts. I ignored the state of our undress and his utterly fantastic body and put my hands on my hips.
Mace didn’t move. I lost patience.
“How dare you come between me and my band! ” I shouted.
He started to push off the bed and I don’t know what came over me (maybe temporary certifiable insanity seeping into my pores after a day with the Rock Chicks), I launched myself at him.
Ful body.
I hit him in the chest. This surprised him and he took my weight with a grunt. My head connected with his chin which was kind of painful and his arms went around me. We fel back onto the bed, me landing on Mace.