But it was time to stop being a sissy and face the music.
So I hit the button to turn on my phone and found I had fifty-seven missed calls and thirty-three voicemails.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“What’re you lookin’ at?” Ren asked, having been around the Rock Chicks enough to know what I was facing.
“Fifty-seven missed calls and thirty-three voicemails,” I told him.
Ren started laughing.
I didn’t find it funny and found it less funny when I went to my Recents list, scrolled down and saw the vast majority of calls were not from the Rock Chicks, snippy and calling to ream me because I didn’t share.
They were from Lee, Hank and Eddie.
Not good.
Those three were also the vast majority of voicemails.
Also not good.
I turned off my phone and shoved it in my purse as Ren pulled into the parking lot of my complex. I did this deciding that maybe I could still be a sissy for a little while longer.
Ren parked. I put my hand to the handle but stopped and turned to him when I felt his fingers curl around my knee.
“We go up, you pack enough to stay at my place awhile, but you make sure you got a variety of dresses and heels,” he ordered and I bit back a smart mouth retort at him being bossy. It took me so long to do that, he was able to keep talking. “And you do that shit fast.”
At bossy part two, I failed in biting back the smart mouth and asked, “Should I salute when you issue an order? Or will nodding and instant compliance do?”
He grinned and replied, “No salutes. No nods. But you could kiss me.”
I gave him a look.
He kept grinning.
I decided to throw out a deal that he couldn’t refuse.
“I’ll kiss you, and comply with your order, if you do me a favor.”
His fingers gave my knee a squeeze and he asked, “What do you need?”
I dug in my purse, got out my wallet and opened it. I found the little pocket that had absolutely no use. A pocket I put a use to. I snapped it open and pulled out what was inside.
I dumped the wallet back in my purse, turned to Ren and lifted my hand between us.
Then I dropped the guitar pendant and it bounced between us from where I held the chain.
“What I need is for you to put this on me,” I said quietly and Ren’s eyes moved from the pendant to me.
His voice was rough when he stated, “You carried it with you.”
“Yes.”
“Always?”
I took a breath in through my nose.
Then I nodded and whispered, “Always.”