Chapter 11

He took a deep breath. “I’m gonna get Chuck and go. We have to practice for this weekend’s show. You’ll be there, won’t you?” This vulnerable version of the drummer was new to me. And dangerously heart-warming.

“Maybe.”

“Please come.” With a last meaningful look, he went to find his bandmate.

* * * *

The rest of the week leading up to the show, Laramie would stop in at least once a day to see me, make sure I’d been sleeping well. And I had, thankfully. He showed me parts of his character that I hadn’t known existed. We got to know each other on a deeper level, our likes and pet peeves. We didn’t argue at all, and he didn’t bring up anything about us getting together anymore. Which was a pity, since my heart was thawing out toward this new, thoughtful version of the man. I didn’t know if that was a good thing.