it as friends if you want. Or as employer and employee. Whatever you like.”
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, eyes wide. “Are you actually subtly suggesting, in a roundabout manner, that you want to get back together?”
The man just shrugged. “We don’t have to rush into anything. But it’s not a totally bad idea. I mean, we had some good times. We worked well together for a while. Would getting back together honestly be so bad?”
“Holy shit.”
“You already said that.”
“Yeah, well it bears repeating.” I rubbed at my temples. “My brain is overloaded. I’m surprised gory mush isn’t leaking out of my ears. Before today, we hadn’t even talked for almost a year. And now this.”
He waved a hand in an oh-well fashion.
“I think you’re thinking the sex was deep and emotional and imbued with meaning when it wasn’t necessarily any of that.”
“Baby, it was a quick fuck against the fridge.”
“Exactly.”
“I’ll make up for that later if you’ll let me. In the meantime, we were discussing something else that I find to be both deep and emotional.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” I massaged my throbbing temples some more. “The fame has gone to your head. You can’t honestly think us getting back together is a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Where to start…”
“Jill, tell me honestly, has a single day gone by when you haven’t thought of me?” He reached out, cupping my cheek in his big warm hand. “Because I know I never stopped thinking about you. That’s the truth of it.”
Nothing from me.
“I know you like having shit under control, but let’s just roll the dice for once and see what happens. Give me a chance to make everything up to you.”
For a long moment, I just stared. “Oh, boy. I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s alright. Really.” He nodded slowly, studying my face with his serious eyes. “Tell you what, let’s say we sleep on it. Just sleep. No more sex. The sex seems to be freaking you out a little.”
“It’s a lot more than sex with you freaking me out.”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday so you’re not working or anything, right?” he asked.
“Right.”
“No big plans?”
I shook my head.
“Why don’t we spend the day together and see how things go? Make a decision about all of this later when we know we’re not going to immediately drive each other crazy.”
“Maybe I should go home, give us both some space.”
“No,” he said, adamant. “Do that and we’ll lose our momentum. We’re getting somewhere here, don’t you think?”
I frowned.
“Plus, it’s late and we’re both tired. Let’s just crash and see where we are in the morning. You like it here, right?” He smiled and it was so hopeful it broke my heart. “I have a new toothbrush for you and everything. That’s how much of an organized adult I am these days.”
“Impressive.”
“Well, to be honest, Martha actually organized the buying, delivering, and possibly even the putting-away of the toothbrush. But it was totally me who thought to ask her to get it done.” He grinned. “So…what do you say, Jill?”
The plan had merit, I could admit that much. And I was tired and in need of some quiet time so I could catch up with everything. So I could overthink and dissect it all. “Okay. That sounds good.”
I lay on my designated side of Adam’s monster of a bed—linen bedding because…fancy—staring at the faint shadows on the ceiling. Beside me, Adam’s breathing was deep and even. Meanwhile, my mind was a whirl. It would not shut up. Thoughts of him and me, of Europe, of damn near everything going around and around, making for one big stressful question. What was I going to do?
I wanted to travel.
I think I even wanted to travel with Adam.
But the last time I’d invested in this man, he’d let me down big time. He broke my heart.
The man in question slept on, lying above the sheets, wearing only a pair of dark grey boxer briefs. He had such nice thighs. Very pleasant to look at. Which reminded me that when he’d been throwing all of these crazy ideas out there, we hadn’t discussed if I’d be sharing his hotel room or getting my own. Would we eat meals together? How many hours a day approximately would we spend in each other’s company? Was dating/living with someone on tour the same as in normal life, or did new and unexpected rules apply? Such as no girlfriends at the afterparty. Because if that was the case, he could kiss my round ass. And what