wouldnât it?â
Riggsâs brow shot up. âYou know more about this business than I had you pegged for, girlie. Vying for my job?â
âNo thanks.â I stabbed at my salad. I had learned about touring through osmosis, feeling every one of Laneyâs pangs when the road took Allen. Even during their off years, Laney took a vested interest in where he was at any given time, and where he wasnât. And even though I wouldnât admit it, I had gleaned a lot about the business through Nash.
Riggs continued his shell game across from me, moving the creamers with his pinkies. Gold rings graced both of them, and I wondered whether Nashâs money had bought him his bling, or if there had been a long line of Nashes before this current one.
âThe band has to take a week off tour when the festival moves up through Canada.â
âHas to?â
âNash has a . . . well, letâs just say Canada has a tiny issue with him crossing the border.â
I practically choked on a chickpea. âNash has a record?â
âKid stuff.â Riggs shook two creamers like they were tiny liquidmaracas. âEven President Bush had a problem crossing the border when he was in office, and he had a DUI from 1976. Anyway, that was way before you were born. The fact is, this presents a lovely opportunity.â
âFor?â
Up went the creamers into a tower, end to end. âNash is up for an award.â
I laughed, swishing around the last of my lettuce. âWhat? The douchebag award?â
Down went the creamers, rolling all different directions across the table. âYouâve got a dirty mouth, Doc Ivy.â
âNowhere near as filthy as Nashâs.â Logging miles on his tour bus was like sailing unchartered seas aboard a pirate ship. Nash swabbed the deck daily with such slurs and sexual innuendo that I was ready to walk the plank just to get a break from him.
Still chuckling, I gathered up my dishes and deposited them into the dish tubs lined up along the wall. Doubling back, I siphoned out some coffee from the urn into a large glass of ice, dumped in a pack of sugar, and plunked a straw into it. Back at the table, I stole three of Riggsâs creamers, ruining his perfect symmetry.
âSo whatâs this got to do with me?â
âItâs like you borrowing a kid for the afternoon to go see his Lemonwheel set. Same concept. But for one week. Then you can run back to your fun, little life.â
I smarted a little at the ârunâ comment. As for my fun, little lifeâI had gotten fired from my summer gig and was currently at loose ends. What the hell was he proposing?
Riggs reached into his pocket and set a black velvet ring box on the table. It looked very formal amid the scattered creamer cups and the cheery red and white checks of the tablecloth.
âLook. Itâll be just as easy as a one-off.â Elbows on the table, Riggs folded his hands, and together we stared at the box between us. âNashis being honored in his hometown, and itâs a big deal for him. He doesnât want to show up without a lady on his arm.â
âTell me there isnât a ring in there.â
âHe just needs to come across well.â
âTell me,â I repeated slowly for clarity, âthere isnât a ring in there, sitting on a table in the middle of fucking catering.â Silverware clattered a few tables down, and a fat, bearded roadie gave an impressive burp amid the cheers of his co-workers.
âItâs one week, Dani. You show up with Nash, and everything else will be waiting for you there. Luxury hotel suite, wardrobe full of clothes, the works.â His chubby fingers wrestled with the boxâs tight lid. I glanced around, in a total panic.
âNot. Here.â My hiss caused Riggs to freeze, think better of opening the box, and push it toward me to do the honors. I let it sit next to my sweating cup of