“I hadn’t died in my sleep and the bus hadn’t careened off the road in some horrible accident. I was alive and so was everyone else. No one was very cheery, of course, as the bus made its way through strong sunshine and flat, dry desert on the way to San Antonio. The rest of the band was hung up on the dismal showing of the New Orleans show. I was hung up on the fact that Sage made a deal with the devil and it seemed like everything was going to be taken from him—and from us—over the next few da...ys. Two different things to worry about but each was valid in its own way. When the bus pulled into a remote diner for breakfast I took the opportunity to grab Jacob. “Can we have breakfast in here? Alone?” I asked him. He frowned but didn’t ask why. “All right, love. I guess one of the boys can bring us back something to eat.” “No problem,” Bob spoke up. They all piled off the bus, stretching to the fresh air and sunshine. Sage was the last to leave and he was giving me a look, either the “don’t you want me to stay?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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