Love Resolution (Black Cat Records series) (34 page)

Avery chatted enthusiastically as Ray drove them over the Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan. Marcus smiled down at her, absently sifting a hand through her silky red hair. He couldn’t wait to see her response to his next surprise.

“Are you listening to me?” she asked with a grin.

“Yeah.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his own, sliding his tongue between them, loving the way she moaned and clutched at his shirt. Several pleasurable minutes later, he lifted his head, remembering they were not alone in the car.

Avery’s lids were half lowered and her lips were swollen.

“I’ll do it all but the shopping. Get Sam to go with you for that.”

“Alright,” she pouted.

He had to look away to keep from taking her adorable mouth again.

“We’re here,” she whispered staring out the window. “I can’t believe it. Madison Square Garden.”

“Sold out both nights.” His lips flattened. “We need to get in there soon, though. The acoustics are a little unusual. I’ll feel better after we do a thorough sound check.”

Avery was a bundle of nerves and had been the whole time they’d rehearsed. She couldn’t believe she was actually here. Even Wimberley Stadium didn’t stand out as a more prestigious venue in her estimation. This was where she had always dreamed of playing from the moment she first picked up a guitar.

She stared up at the concave ceiling and then out at the rows and rows of empty seats. Twenty thousand fans would be here soon. Thinking about all the famous acts that had played here before her had her feeling even more intimidated.

Zeppelin.

The Stones.

The Beatles.

Her beloved Van Halen.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She might need longer than the moment Marcus had allotted to her while he went to get changed. Moving to the edge of the stage, she sat down, dangling her legs over the side. She swung them back and forth, running through the set list in her mind.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure, Ray.” Avery patted the space next to her, watching as he got settled. “Some view, huh?”

He nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. I would be a nervous wreck standing on a stage in front of this many people.”

“Oh I get nervous,” she admitted. “Pretty nervous right now in fact. But I’ll be alright when it’s showtime. Instincts kinda take over and all that.” Her brow furrowed. “Did you get nervous in Kuwait?”

“You bet. But I was well trained, well equipped, and had a good team around me…like you here in the Garden. And then those instincts kick in, right?”

“Yeah.” She turned her head and smiled softly at him.

“I wanted to give you your birthday gift before the party if that’s ok?” He reached in his jacket pocket.

“Oh, Ray. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to. It’s nothing big or expensive. I’ve had it for a while now. It reminded me of the talk we had in Seattle, you know about life and choices.”

“I remember.”

He handed her a wide black leather bracelet with the words “Always Look Forward” stitched in silver.

“I love it.” Tears touched her eyes. She picked up his hand where it lay between them on the stage and squeezed. “Thanks. I’ll think of you and what you told me every time I wear it.”

He smiled.

“Hey, Avery. Ray,” Sam shouted, waving at them from the lighting board.

She waved back, her nerves completely forgotten now.

Sam gave them a thumbs up. Ray stood and patted her on the shoulder. “See you after the show,” he said.

Avery gave herself a few minutes longer, and then told herself it was time. She pushed up from the stage. When she turned, he was standing there.

“Hey.” Bryan’s hands went to her shoulders.

“Hey.” She glanced down at her feet, suddenly feeling jittery again. Her stomach pitched precariously.

“Your text said we needed to talk.” Bryan’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. “You and Marcus got back together, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” Her eyes misted in response to the hurt in his.

“I should’ve known how things would end up for us. War tried to warn me.” He stuck a hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled cigarette pack. He put one between his lips and dug out a lighter.

Silently, Avery watched him light up, not knowing what else to say. She wanted to tell him that she hoped they could still be friends, but that would sound incredibly cliché and wasn’t likely to be welcomed.

“I wanna go ahead and give you this.” He held out a silver necklace with a flaming guitar pendant on a thick chain.

“It’s lovely.” She took it and turned it over in her hands, sniffing as warm tears fell from her eyes. “It’s from King Baby, isn’t it?” She glanced up at him, blinking through her tears. “Their stuff’s expensive. It’s not right that I accept it. Not now.”

The tip of his cigarette glowed as he took a drag. His grey green eyes fixed on hers for a long moment. “I want you to have it,” he insisted, stepping close and taking the necklace from her hand. Cigarette balanced between his first and second finger, he stretched the chain open between his thumbs and placed it over her head. The pendant dropped down between her breasts, feeling cold against her warm skin.

“I wish you luck, Red. I really do.” He stepped back and his gaze rose to meet hers again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, letting out a shaky sigh, watching him as he walked away.

“What’s wrong, Ace?” Marcus asked as soon as she walked into the dressing room

“Nothing,” she answered, fingering the pendant without thinking.

“Where’d you get that?” Marcus eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Bryan gave it to me.”

“Oh, hell no,” he fumed. “I guess I need to go have a word with him. Let him know where things stand.”

“He knows.” She put a reassuring hand on Marcus’ arm. “I told him,” she said quietly. “The necklace was a birthday present. A goodbye gift.”

“You have any regrets?” Marcus stilled, body taut.

“No, Marcus. No. Not a one. Not with us at least.” Avery stepped close, hands on his chest. “With him, yes. I shouldn’t have taken from him more than I was willing to give.” She tilted her head to the side. “Let me wear it for tonight. He was a good friend when I desperately needed one.”

“Then wear it.” Marcus’ lips flattened. “For this one night. But you need to hurry and get dressed. We’re on a tight schedule.” He turned toward the door. “I’ve got a surprise of my own that trumps guitar necklaces,” he muttered. “I’ll send Nina in. I want you out of this room in twenty minutes tops.”

Avery had hurried to get dressed, not wanting to press her luck with Marcus after he’d been so understanding about the necklace. Ok maybe not understanding. Tolerant, anyway. Nina helped her to get ready in record time.

A slew of surprises greeted her as soon as she pulled open the dressing room door. She froze, brows high, her heart pounding with joy, her gaze taking in the beaming faces of those gathered out in the hall.

“Happy Birthday, sis,” Justin broke apart from the group and hugged her tightly. “Love you.”

“Happy Birthday to you, too,” she managed, totally overwhelmed. “How did you get here? And when?”

“Marcus arranged a charter,” Don informed her, his arm around Rheta. “I think we got in around the same time you did.”

“Sweet.” She smiled brightly. “Lisa, are you supposed to be flying?” she asked with concern.

“The doctor says it’s ok for now.” She smiled patting her small bump.

“I’m so glad to see all of you,” Avery told them. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

Everyone started to talk at once. Hugs and well wishes were exchanged. Then Avery noticed her father, looking frail and lost standing in the background.

“Hey,” she said walking over to him. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better now that I know I’m on the transplant list. How are things with you?”

“Much better. Marcus and I are back together, you know.”

“Yes. I’ve heard.”

She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I wanted to thank you for all the encouragement you’ve given me.”

“Isn’t that what fathers are for?” His face turned up. “Happy Birthday, Kat.”

Marcus came up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders. “You sneak,” she said teasingly, turning her head to look back at him. “When did you arrange all of this?”

“I’ve had it planned for a while.” He grinned. “Beth helped me set up the private charter.”

“Thank you.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He lowered his head to kiss her. “I’ll thank you, better, later,” she whispered.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said softly before he swung back around to face the group. “Ok, family,” he waved at Trevor who was walking toward them. “Trevor’s gonna escort you to your seats. Avery and I have to do the meet and greet for an hour after the concert, but then we’ll meet up again at the restaurant around eleven thirty.” He took her hand. “Let’s get this show on the road, Ace.”

“Hey Boss,” Ray said with a frown. “A winter storm warning’s been posted. Weather service is expecting near blizzard conditions around the time you’re planning to leave for the party. You might want to cut out earlier.”

“I’m so proud of you, Ace.” Marcus shot her a smile which she returned. “You were phenomenal tonight.” She’d been quintessential Avery, only more so. More brilliant. More confident. More everything. In skinny jeans and an ivory crushed silk camisole top with black leather and silver bracelets dripping up and down her arms, she was beautiful. She’d played her new EVH Frankenstein over her head, out in front, and every other way in between. She’d owned the stage, rocking and shaking that sexy body of hers to every song.

If he hadn’t already been madly in love with her, he would have fallen hard after watching her perform tonight, as did the sold out audience.

“You weren’t too bad yourself.” She scooted to the middle seat, away from the cold draft leaking in from the SUV’s door. Snuggling closer to Marcus, she laid her head against his chest. “I love the way you really got into it when I did my solo part in ‘Moon Rising’. I played off of that.”

“Yeah?” He felt her nod against his chest. “The energy from the crowd was incredible. MTV picked a great one to tape. We really rocked it.”