Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I’m right here,” I say.
“You’re not with the Bishop Love. There’s no way you’re with the Bishop Love,” she squeals.
“It’s him in the flesh,” I reply.
“What the fuck is going on? I thought you were going back home. Did they give you your job back? Tom’s a fucking douchebag. I hope they fired him and gave you your job back,” she rambles.
“No, I didn’t get my job back.” I sigh. “My car broke down. I’m in some diner. I happened to run into Mr. Bishop.”
He gives me a pointed glare and shakes his head at me. Turning his attention back to the phone, he pulls out his wallet. I tilt my head as I watch him. He takes out his ID and takes a picture with my phone.
“Isha, I just texted you a photo of my ID. I’m also going to text you my number and my manager’s number. I’m going to have Saga check in with you daily until she reaches her destination,” he says.
“What’s going on?” Isha asks, sounding concerned now.
“I’m taking Saga on tour with me. I’ll make sure she makes it to Cali. It will just take a little longer than she planned,” he says.
“You’re going on tour with Bishop freaking Love. Oh my God. From being blackballed to being on tour with a freaking superstar,” Isha practically yells through the phone.
My face fuses with heat. I can’t believe she just blurted that out. As if I’m not already embarrassed enough.
Bishop’s eyes home in on me. Again, he has that concerned look in his gaze. As if he plans to find a solution to that problem as well.
“Maybe we should keep this quiet for now,” I say.
“Oh, right. Okay. I’ll keep my mouth shut even if it kills me. It’s totally going to kill me,” she says. “Oh my God. I have Bishop Love’s phone number. I must be dreaming.”
“Not dreaming at all, sweetheart. If you don’t hear from Saga, feel free to call me,” he says.
“Oh, I will. You be safe, Saga. And don’t do anything I would do,” she says and giggles.
I roll my eyes. “Later, Isha.”
Bishop ends the call and hands the phone back. I stare at him, trying to figure him out. No one is this nice. He has to want something.
“Come on, let’s get your things. I have a tune I want to get down when we’re done,” he says as his eyes grow a little distant.
I had an ex who was a writer. He would get that same look when his muse hit. I gather my things and get up after he slides out of the booth. I don’t want him to lose whatever has started to call to him.
I must be going insane. Am I really getting on this tour bus?
Looking around the diner, I know this is my best option. I never would have stopped here if my car hadn’t broken down. I don’t get the most welcoming vibe.
I’m not trying to get hacked up and placed on the menu. Besides, I didn’t see any place to get a room or anything nearby. I say a prayer and roll with it.
The tour bus it is.
Bishop releases a loud whistle and the guys with him all start to get up from the tables they’re sitting around. Bishop then pulls out a wad of cash, peels off a few bills and drops them on our table.
One of the other guys seems to handle the other tables before following us out. I walk beside Bishop, leading him to my car. I unlock it and open the trunk while trying not to pout.
“You want to move all this stuff from the back seat into the trunk? I don’t think we should leave it on the seats. Someone might take that as an invitation to break in before we get her towed away,” Bishop says.
Between my luggage and the few things I packed to carry with me, I didn’t have enough room in my trunk. I place the excess on the back seat of the car for the ride. However, he has a point and I wouldn’t want to have to replace a window on top of fixing the car.
“Good idea. You’re right.”
“Hey Ed, come here,” he calls out as his crew mills around the parking lot in front of two buses.
I keep telling myself this is the best option as I grab my suitcases from the trunk to take with me and make room for the things on the back seat. My chest starts to tighten. This is so unlike me.
Never in a million years would I take a ride from a stranger—let alone a stranger and his crew. This screams stupid when I’m anything but. However, it feels dumber to stick around here.
My father’s voice rings in my head, telling me there is a safer option. Calling him to swoop in to the rescue. That’s the last thing I want.