“Here you go, boys,” Rowan said as she placed the plates in front of them with a roast beef sandwich and potato chips. “I’m heading upstairs,” she told Maverick then and leaned in to give him a kiss. Maverick returned the gesture with a caress of his own before he watched Rowan head toward the back.
Are you going home to see the woman you left behind?” Maverick added.
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“Your manager won’t be pleased, I’m assuming.”
“Not especially since he wanted me and the band huddling together to write our next album. We haven’t even finished our tour for this one.”
Once seated Drake took a welcome sip. “Good brew.”
Twirl and Dip (WIP) Drake’s POV Drake’s stomach rumbled and he cringed. “Was that your stomach?” Rowan asked and her lips twitched. “Afraid so. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I can never eat before a gig.” “I never could either,” Maverick said. “I’ll fix some sandwiches. Do want something, too?” she asked Maverick. “I can’t have a man eat alone.” She grinned and shook her head. (Finishing up the scene) “Of course not.” She headed back to the kitchen. “Thank you,” Drake called to her. “No bother,” she shouted back. Maverick and Drake moved to one of the tables with …
Then Rowan strode out of the kitchen and headed over to them with two cups. “I thought you both might want some coffee.”
“Did you run away from home?” Maverick teased.
Maverick strode over to him and took his hand in a warm handshake. “Dude, it’s been ages. I’ve kept up with your band. You’re making headlines.”
Hopping on a bus, two hours later he arrived at the Heart and Soul. It was just about closing time, but he knew Maverick Sullivan wouldn’t turn him away. He’d met the guy at a gig. He used to be in the Roadside Reapers, but now runs the Heart and Soul, a coffeehouse where he hosted local bands. The scent of coffee and pastries hit his senses and his stomach rebelled with a rumble.
