“I thought the meeting was at three?”
“It is. But I figured you wouldn’t show for at least half an hour.”
He grins. “Someone has to be the responsible party in this band.”
I want to be pissed off, but I can’t…he’s just such a wiseass. With a chuckle, I say, “The last time we left any real responsibility to you, you ordered us ten thousand In Like Finn T-shirts.”
He shrugs. “I don’t see why you made a big deal out of that. You could have just changed your name to Finn.”
“They were all ladies’ size double XL.”
“I like my ladies on the voluptuous side.”
I snicker. “I give up. Let’s go do this meeting, jackass.” Arms hooked around my pal like we’re back in elementary school, I follow the receptionist with the nice ass to the conference room, feeling like maybe, just maybe, things will turn out right in the end. The feeling is short-lived when we turn the corner and the glass fishbowl-like meeting room comes into my line of sight. A man I definitely was not expecting to see today is sitting at the table. Dylan damn Ryder. And he’s smiling at me like a wolf about to pounce on a lame lamb.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Lucky
“Thank you for helping out tonight.” Avery lifts the security gate from the front of Lucky’s and fiddles with the lock on the front door that has been sticking for more than ten years.
“Of course. It’s not like I have a social life anyway.”
“The way you look tonight, you could have a very busy social life. Maybe try smiling once or twice, so you don’t look like you bite. You’ll be all set.” My best friend showed up at my apartment unannounced a few hours ago, declaring that if I wasn’t going to feel good, she was going to at least make damn sure I looked good. So over a glass of wine, we raided my closet and I let her do my hair and makeup like we were back in high school. I wasn’t into it at first—I actually did it to make her feel better. I’ve been so down, and she’s been trying so hard, I wanted her to think she helped. But by the time we were done, she’d succeeded in not only making me look better, but actually feel a little better too.
Inside Lucky’s we work like a well-oiled machine, restocking the bar, righting the upside-down chairs. When we’re all set up, I sit on the other side of the bar while Avery counts out the register.
“I miss him like crazy,” I sigh.
“I know.” She pours me a glass of wine. “You need to talk to him.”
“I don’t want to ruin his career. Look at my mom and dad. He gave up everything to give me a life he thought was right for me. She walked away from us.”
Avery pours herself a glass of wine and walks around the bar to sit next to me on a stool. “Your dad loved you more than anything on this earth. There was never a day he questioned if he made the wrong choice. Your mom made her choice, too. That’s the thing…it was their choice to make and they both did what worked for them. You’re not giving Flynn that chance.”
“But what if he chooses me and stays for a year and then decides he made the wrong choice?”
“Like Iris did.”
I nod.
“Is that what you’re really afraid of? That he’ll lose the tour and a year later he’ll up and leave you for another one? That he’ll break your heart?”
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t worry about the future with Dylan.”
“I don’t think I was ever really in love with Dylan.”
She smiles. “It’s about time you admitted it. I’m not sure what makes me happier, that you’re in love or that you never loved Sleazy Ryder. But either way, you need to talk to Flynn. Otherwise you’ll be the one wondering what if your whole life.”
I raise my glass to her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For just being you.”
“Remember that thought later,” she mumbles cryptically and heads to the front door to officially open.
“What the heck does that mean?”
“Nothing,” she throws back over her shoulder. But from her tone, I can tell that her fingers were crossed.
Before you’re pregnant, you never notice all the strollers when you walk through the park. But then suddenly you see them all. It’s not that they weren’t there before, your brain just didn’t point them out to you. Which is likely why it feels like every song is an anthem for love or breaking up tonight.
“If I hear one more song about losing the love of your life tonight, I may pull the plug,” I yell over the bar while Avery makes my drink order. A blue-haired twenty-something is ruining Jewel’s “You Were Meant for Me” on stage. But the lyrics taunt me.
Avery sings the chorus loudly (and completely off-key) in my face as she loads the drinks onto the table.
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you.
I stick up my middle finger and turn to deliver drink orders to table number eight.
It’s almost midnight, the bar is near capacity, and I’m helping Avery behind the bar when a murmur comes over the crowd. A gaggle of women make a beeline for the door, a sure sign that a celebrity has just walked in. Even years after my father’s death, it’s not unusual for musicians to walk in and hang out. Lucky’s truly has had some legendary musical guests stroll in unannounced.
“Who do you think it is?” I ask Avery as she looks toward the swarm of women blocking our view. It must be someone big; half the bar has taken notice.
“Ummm…” Avery bites her lip. “I might have stolen your phone earlier and invited…”
Suddenly, the figure the crowd has been hiding comes into view.
Dylan.
I turn to my best friend. “You invited Dylan?” I feel completely ambushed.
“No! I didn’t invite him.”
Dylan steps to the bar. Unsure of what to do, I remain frozen in place. We didn’t exactly leave things on good terms. Unless calling me a whore and threatening to ruin my and Flynn’s careers could possibly be considered a warm send-off in some strange universe.
“Can we talk?” Dylan asks with a weary expression.
I purse my lips together, but then nod. Avery grabs my arm, stopping me as I’m about to walk out from behind the bar.
“Lucky, you need to know something.”
“What? You did invite him here?”
“No. But I invited Flynn to come tonight.”
“You what?” My voice screeches.
“I might have told him you were miserable and said if he was miserable, too, you would be at Lucky’s tonight.”
After the initial shock of betrayal wears off, my stomach sinks at the realization that Flynn hasn’t shown up tonight. Even though my mind is whirling, I know I need to process one thing at a time. While Flynn may not have shown up, Dylan is standing ten feet away. “I’m going to go out back where we can have privacy.”
She nods.
Dylan’s security clears the way to the back door and guards the exit as we slip into the alley.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks down at his feet. “I came to apologize.”
When I say nothing in response, he lifts his eyes to mine. “For the things that I called you.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Look, Lucky. I pushed you too fast. I get it now. But you hurt me. One minute I thought you said yes and the next you were taking it back.”