Across the Miles (The Not So Bad Boys of Rock #1) (20 page)

After we arrived back at the apartment, and I finished my story, I took my bags into my room and started unpacking. I came across the photo that Dek had signed, and I went back out into the living room to find Jade.

“I have a present for you, well two actually.”

“Oh goody, presents! Let me see,” she wiggled her fingers in the air, trying to grasp the items. “Oh, I love it!” she exclaimed when I handed her a Paradox band T-shirt, signed by all of the guys. Then, I pulled the second gift from behind my back and waited for her reaction. “Holy crap! Did he actually write this to me? Get out of here! He wants to meet me? I think I’m going to pass out. You know CPR don’t you?”

“Jade, calm down, you’re going to hyperventilate. Breathe sweetie. Yes, he actually signed that, after seeing your picture first. He insisted that I show him a photo before he wrote that to you. He even talked about you the last time I saw him,” I smiled smugly.

“No way! What did he say?”

“Oh, you know, that he thought he would come to Michigan with Sebastian and meet my cute little friend.”
She punched me in the arm and screamed. “Ow!” I protested, rubbing the affected area.

“Sorry, that is just about the best thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t believe you got to spend the whole week in his house, and in his arms. That’s so romantic. It sounds like you two are pretty serious, how is it going to work long distance? Is he going to play the field while you are away?”

“I don’t know,” I frowned. “I don’t think so. I think he’s pretty committed to this.”

“Well, I think it is just so romantic. You got to live the fantasy of most of the girls in the continental United States, that is wicked awesome my friend.”

“Yeah, it was,” I replied dreamily.

Later that night, I
called Sebastian to say goodnight, we talked for an hour, he told me about his day in the studio, and, for a short time, I was able to pretend that I was still there with him. Sleep that night had been slow to come, but when I did finally manage to drift off, I dreamed sweet dreams of the two of us walking on the beach, collecting seashells, and stopping to kiss in the sand.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sebastian~

It’s been two weeks since Brooke left to go back home. Things with the band ramped right back up after she left. For both of us it had been a bit difficult to jump right back into the normal routine as if nothing had happened. We knew that something special had taken place, and we both wanted desperately to hold on tight to the magic that had enveloped us during our time together.

“Sebastian, we’re going to take it again, from the top.” I nodded, slipping the headphones back over my ears. We had been in the studio for most of the day, and I was having trouble working my way through one of the new songs. Each time I sang it through I found something that I didn’t like about the lyric and I would change it up, by the end of a long day everyone was getting tired of waiting for me to get it together. My concentration was shot. The music started up in my headphones, and I closed my eyes, images of Brooke filled my mind and I started in on the song, singing it all the way through this
time and feeling content with the result. When the song was over, I pulled off my headphones and Johnny, our sound technician, came out and clapped me on the back.

“That last take was killer, thanks for sticking with it. What finally made it work?”

“A beautiful woman,” I smiled smugly, looking at Travis and winking, he gave me a thumbs up.

“Well, whoever she is, she must be pretty special because that was perfect. Good job everyone!”

“Hey brother,” Travis came over and put his hand on my shoulder. “You feel like going out and grabbing a bite to eat? Natalie is at dance class with Olivia, so I’m on my own tonight.”

“Sounds great, thanks.”

We stopped at a local pub and placed our drink order, beer for Travis and a Coke for me. When the waitress delivered our drinks, we placed our food orders and handed her our menus. I sat there trying to recall how long it had been since the two of us had gone out for a meal together, I mean just the two of us, it had been way too long. When we were younger, we were inseparable, even though I was three years younger, wherever Travis went I wouldn’t be far behind. He had been my hero; I had always looked up to him, hell, I still did. Travis always made time for me, had always encouraged me, and tried his best to be a good example to me and Nikki. He was a great brother, but he was more than that to me, he was my very best friend. When I spiraled down into my dark abyss he had tried to be there for me, in some way I think he blamed himself for not doing more to help me when I was going through that silent hell. But, as is the case with most people that fall into the dark world of drugs and alcohol, I pushed him away, not wanting his help. Now that I am on the other side of that descent, I am able to
see it for what it actually was. I had blamed myself for what happened to Charlotte and the guilt was my punishment. Instead of getting help, I turned to the things that didn’t question or judge me. Substances made it possible for me to temporarily forget my pain. While I was in detox, I filled my journals with all of the guilt and despair I had carried, writing those words helped to cleanse me of what I had been drowning in. I had also written in there how hurt I had been that Travis never came to visit or call. Of course, I knew why he never came, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like he had abandoned me, or had given up on me. When Dek had called to tell me that Travis was the one who would be picking me up I had actually been shocked, but once I saw him, saw the pride on his face, I knew that the decision to stay away hadn’t only been for him, but for me as well. I needed to face my demons on my own and I came out on top. Looking at the bottle of beer sitting before him, I knew that I could never again pick up a bottle and take a swig, I would fall right back into that darkness, and I never wanted to go there again.

“So, how are you doing?” he asked warmly.

“I’m good, I miss her a lot, but I’m good. We talk every day, so that helps. Being busy makes it easier too. She’s been slammed at work, and being gone ten days only made her work harder. She’s pretty driven at work, pushes herself too hard I think. She’s waiting to hear back from the owner of that restaurant out here. Hopefully, he’ll ask her back for another interview,” I replied, taking a drink of my Coke.

“Did you ever consider what would happen if she didn’t get called back out here? Have you two thought that far ahead?” he toyed aimlessly with the wrapper from my straw.

“No, right now neither of us wants to think like that. It’s hard Travis; I knew it would be hard to have her away from me, but I jumped in with both feet. I know she’s the one. I feel it right here,” I put my fist up to my chest. “She’s made me whole again. No matter how hard it is, I have to try and make it work. She wants me to romance her from afar.”

Travis laughed heartily. “So how are you going to do that? Do you need some romance tips from your big brother?”

“Hardly,” I guffawed. “I’ve got a few ideas. I’ve been taking care of her, sending her little things here and there.”

“What kind of things?” his brows arched as he brought the bottle up to his lips.

“Oh, the typical stuff, and a few other things.”

“You’re going all out.”

“She wanted the full court press; I’m going to give it to her. She’s worth it.”

“Now that’s the truth,” he tapped his beer to my glass and we both drank a toast to Brooke. I looked at my watch, it was just after five in Michigan, she would be hard at work. I hoped she liked what I had waiting for her when she got home tonight.

Brooke~

Going back to work had been just what I needed to take my mind off missing Sebastian. I still longed to be with him every day, but the fast pace of the kitchen kept my mind preoccupied and that had been a welcomed blessing. On my first day back, Donnie had called me into his office and wanted to hear all about my week with a rock star, after I told him everything he couldn’t believe
that I had fallen in love so quickly.

“That’s totally out of character for you, Brooke. Are you sure about this? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to discount your feelings, but he is very famous and good looking, it would be easy to get swept away by all of that. I just don’t want you getting hurt.” I knew he was just trying to look out for me, after all, he has always treated me like I was family.

“I know you worry about me, and I truly appreciate that, but I think this is the real deal. I know that the whole fame thing would make it easy to fall into something that didn’t exist, but it does exist, not just in my head, but in my heart. I’m not sure how things are going to work out, given that we live so far apart, but they’re only miles.”

“Love looks good on you kid. I hope I get to meet this young man one day and thank him for putting that smile back on your face.” He gave a quick wink and smiled a toothy grin. “Seriously Brooke, you look happy. So, any idea when you’ll get to see him again?” Donnie asked, leaning back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk.

Did I look different? I hadn’t really thought about it. I raised my hand to my face, brushing my fingertips lightly over my lips, remembering the warm feel of Sebastian’s lips when they touched mine, and longing for the feel of cold metal as it brushed my skin. My smile broadened, and I let out a soft sigh. Donnie just watched, shaking his head.

“What are you thinking about over there? Your face just turned the cutest shade of pink,” he paused a moment before his eyes grew larger. “Wait a minute, I don’t think I want you to answer that,” he stated, shaking his head again.

“Donnie! Nothing like that happened. Geez, what
kind of girl do you think I am? Wait, don’t answer that,” I moaned, covering my face with my hands. “We’re taking it slow.”

“I see, is he okay with that? I only ask because I remember what it was like being a twenty-five-year-old guy.” A look of pain shot across Donnie’s face when he said that, making the butterflies reappear in my recently steady stomach.

“I don’t know, I thought he was okay with it. I guess we didn’t spend a whole lot of time talking about it. I mean, he obviously wanted to take things further but I asked him to wait. At the time I wanted it too, I just knew that, with me leaving, things were already going to be complicated enough, I didn’t want to throw sex into the mix. Besides, waiting feels like the right thing to do. I jumped into a sexual relationship far too early with Devon, and I never regretted it, but I think that it put more pressure on us both to commit to something much sooner than either of us might have been ready for. I think I knew that at the time, I just wasn’t mature enough to express it. I’m older, and hopefully wiser, and this time I was able to voice it. If he has an issue with it, I guess time will tell.”

“You never cease to amaze me Brooke; you’re so mature for your age. I think that you’ll do great working for Chef Wolf. Have you heard anything yet?” Donnie asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his folded hands.

“Nothing yet, but I wasn’t expecting to hear anything this soon. Before I left, his general manager informed me that he was out of the country and wouldn’t return for at least six weeks. I think I impressed them, my Wellington was perfect.” I sat back in my chair, remembering how beautifully pink that meat had been when I sliced into it.
They had to have been impressed; even Kimberly had said it was impressive. I wanted this opportunity so badly, not because I wanted to leave the comfort and security of my current life, but because I was feeling restless and just wanted a change. If I were offered the job, I would miss everyone, no doubt, but I would welcome the adventure. If I had learned anything from my time in California, and I most certainly learned a lot, but one of the things that I had learned about myself was that I had lacked excitement in my life. After Devon’s death I shut down internally. I still functioned like a normal human being, but the only passion I allowed myself to feel was for cooking, everything else took a backseat. Being with Sebastian had reminded me what I had been missing. I had been surviving, but I hadn’t truly been living. Maybe that’s what Donnie had seen in me these past two weeks, maybe he saw that the light had been returned to my eyes. I had Sebastian to thank for that, well, Sebastian and his family.

“I would hate to see you go, but they would be fools not to snatch you up, you’re an amazing chef with a lot to offer an establishment like that. You could learn a lot from Chef Wolf.”

“You’ve taught me so much Donnie, don’t sell yourself short. You could be a great asset for them as well, why didn’t you put your name into the hat?” I had been curious about that from the beginning, he knew Chef Wolf, and had extensive experience in the kitchen.

“I’m too old for that anymore, besides, I like it here, my family is settled here. That kind of job is perfect for talented young chefs such as yourself, you’re single and can make a move without uprooting kids. A job like this would be perfect for you, especially now since your love interest would be close by,” he laughed.

“That would definitely be a major bonus, but I’m not going to choose my job based on a man, I will go where the opportunity presents itself,” I stated defiantly.

“You sure about that? True love doesn’t come around too many times Brooke. Don’t pass up on happiness just because you have something to prove to this industry, trust me, that will get old fast. You don’t have to prove anything to anybody.” He reached out and took hold of my hand, covering it with both of his.

“Yes I do, I have to prove it to myself. I’ve worked too hard to turn my back on it now. I do love him, as crazy as it sounds after only knowing him for such a short time, but the reality is that we live in two different states and have completely different lives. However, we do share a common bond that makes us fit perfectly together. Two years ago, his girlfriend was killed in a car accident while he was driving.”

“Are you serious? That’s more than a little coincidental don’t you think? I mean, what are the odds that you would go out there and be rescued by someone that can share your pain on such a personal level? That’s not something that can be overlooked sweetie. It sounds to me as if you were meant to find each other. I think you need to start seriously thinking about a way to make it work, regardless of the sacrifice.”