Chapter 32

Across from them sat Phil, with a white-skinned, freckle-faced girl that Gerry hadn’t seen before on his lap, Moss, and two other band members, one of whom also held his own version of Phil’s pet over his lap. Bella had tried to follow suit, making the attempt to wiggle onto Mark’s lap the moment he sat down, but by then Gerry was feeling a little frustrated and annoyed, and had snarled her into submission. This was not the kind of fun he’d had in mind when Mark had suggested they slip away.

The right suggestion had been in Mark’s eyes; that fact Gerry had no doubt of. When they’d both stepped into the slightly brighter lighting of the hallway outside the sound room, as Gerry had slipped on the crazy jacket, even though it would be nine thousand degrees outside the studio, he’d seen Mark’s interest spark. He’d even gone so far as to close the distance between them, wrap his arms around Mark’s waist, and nudge Mark into a kiss.