Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,89
managed to get her hormones under some kind of control and continued to take notes for Noah.
“You need a different chorus,” Abe said at one point.
Noah made a suggestion, Abe refined it, and the two of them kept going.
At some point, Abe took her foot and began to massage it absently while he and Noah worked on the song. Sarah had never felt as included in the group, in Abe’s musical family. Fox and Molly’s wedding had been a special event, but this was everyday life—and Sarah was very much a part of it.
Close to tears, she was glad Abe was focused on the music. It left her free to watch him and to enjoy this moment when she was truly Abe’s lover.
CHAPTER 30
LATE THE NEXT NIGHT, as Sarah lay sated and lazy in Abe’s arms, he said, “How about we make this permanent?”
“What?”
“Move in together.”
Memories smashed into her of the last time they’d lived together, of how she’d watched helplessly as Abe tumbled deeper and deeper into the abyss. “No,” she said on a crash of emotion, fear gripping her heart in a vise.
“Sarah, we’re spending every night together anyway.”
“So? Is it getting inconvenient to bring over a change of clothes?” She knew he’d forgotten today.
“That’s not it and you know it.” Abe leaned over her, glowered. “I hate not having you with me, not seeing your stuff all over the bathroom counter or your books on the nightstand.”
Sarah’s jaw set. “Too bad.” She poked at his chest. “I’m not ready to take that risk yet.”
Abe blew out a breath. His jaw worked. When he finally spoke, it was to say, “I’m pissed off.” He got out of bed, began to dress. “I need to go work it off.”
Blinking at the blunt statement, Sarah sat up in bed, pushing back her hair from her face. “What are you going to do?”
“Go hit the gym.”
“At this hour?”
“I have a twenty-four-hour membership.” Bending down, he curved his hand around her nape and smacked a hard kiss to her lips. “Since I only have workout gear in the car, I’ll have to go to my place to shower and change afterward, but I’ll be back later if you still want me to spend the night.”
Sarah nodded. “I’ll wait up.”
She wanted to call him back when he walked out, but part of her remained wary of Abe’s commitment to sobriety. She needed to know he could deal with it if they fought, that he wouldn’t turn to alcohol and drugs.
So she let him go.
And she hoped he’d come back to her the same wonderful man with whom she was falling ever more desperately in love.
ABE HIT THE WEIGHTS AT THE GYM, his demons tearing at him with every fucking rep. “You bastards aren’t going to win,” he said and lifted.
The goddamn bloodthirsty creatures wouldn’t shut up. That was when he remembered what David had said to him a few days after the near miss alcohol-poisoning incident. Don’t be a proud shithead. Reach out when you need a friend.
Deciding tonight qualified, Abe made the call. And though it was late, the drummer didn’t hesitate. He just asked where Abe was, then joined him. They all used this gym, so Abe didn’t have to let David in—the other man had his own pass key.
Having arrived in workout gear, David came straight to the weight room and began to warm up. “I think we’re the only two in here” were his opening words.
“Good. I hate the posing grunters,” Abe said with a scowl. “Why can’t they just do their workout without sounding like a bunch of baboons on steroids?”
David grinned. “I like that—I’m going to use it.” The drummer got to work.
He couldn’t lift as much as Abe, but he could lift far more than he should’ve been able to given his weight and height. David was in hella good shape.
“Did I pull you away from Thea?” Abe asked after over ten minutes of companionable quiet.
“She was working in her home office.” David didn’t pause in his steady reps using some serious free weights. “I left her with a kiss and a promise that we wouldn’t do anything to get our faces in the papers.” A grin. “I do not want to piss her off, so let’s not get into a fight.”
“Damn it!” Abe muttered. “I called you over here specifically to beat your ass.”
Giving him the finger, David said, “You get that e-mail from the label?”
“Yeah.”
The two of them talked about the label, about music,