Free Lasting Lyric by T.J. West Page A

great on her. Last time I saw her she had brownish hair, now it’s getting blonder. Must have been how the actress in the movie had her hair.
    I introduce my sister to Slim. “Indie this is Slim. Slim, Indie.”
    She flicks her long hair behind her shoulder and holds out her hand. “So you’re Slim! Finally nice to meet you.”
    Slim grasps onto it. “Nice to meet you, too,” he smirks. I’m not a jealous person, but it’s not hard to notice that Indie is gorgeous and sexy…voluptuous…curvy. Yeah, she’s a true catch. With Slim wearing his sunglasses, I couldn’t tell if he looked her up and down. Ugh, my insecurities are not behaving!
    Slim takes hold of Indie’s luggage and places them in the back of my black SUV. “You mind if I have shotgun? I get carsick,” Indie asks Slim.
    “No prob,” he shrugs.
    “Thanks.” We all hop in my SUV and get the heck out of the congested airport. “Thanks for picking me up, Lyric. No one, and mean no one , not even Mav was available. What the hell?”
    “Maverick is doing a play right now.”
    “A play? Since when? How come I don’t know anything?”
    “Don’t ask me, I thought he mentioned it.”
    “Nope.”
    “He’s in New York doing Grease. ”
    “Wow! Way to go, Mav. That’s awesome,” she lightly laughs.
    It’s way too hard to keep in touch with our family these days. Everyone is always so very busy. With Maverick on Broadway, Sloane filming another movie and my parents’ out of the country, we can hardly get together for a holiday. An no. Brock is not on my mind. I don’t know what he’s doing and I tend to keep it that way. I should feel utterly sick that I think of my brother so horribly, but because of his immature behavior lately, he’s becoming the joke of our family on every late night talk show. It is so embarrassing.
    “How did the filming go?”
    “Fine. Got a little banged up from being kicked, but other than that it went cool.”
    “How bad were you banged up,” I ask with concern.
    With a wave of her hand, Indie responds, “Oh, just some bruised ribs. It’s no biggie. I’m used to it.” My sister is one tough cookie. Her body takes a serious beating every time she does a film. I don’t know how she enjoys it, but I have to give her credit because she’s freaking awesome at her job. When she taught me wrestling all those years ago, I was stiff and bruised for days. It was a lot of fun, but no way would I want to keep it up. I don’t like my body being black and blue and feeling pain all the time. No thank you.
    We’re almost off the freeway. I look in my rearview mirror and catch Slim on his phone. I smile to myself, he’s so cute. “You doing okay back there, Hot Stuff?”
    He gives me the thumbs up. “Yep.”
    “Hot Stuff,” Indie curiously asks.
    Slim puts down his phone, leans forward, rests his elbows on our seats and comments, “Yeah, I’m like a pancake, drizzling with melted butter and sweet maple syrup. She can’t get enough of me.” I snort from his comment, he cracks me up. God I love this man - I mean…well…you know what I mean. Okay, I’ll just shut up now.
    “Wait. You two together?”
    “Ha!” I bellow out. “Funny, but no.”
    “You love me, Charlie,” Slim jokes, patting my shoulder - the pat that travels down south, sending heat and tingles in-between.
    “Huh? Charlie ? You guys are fucking nuts,” Lyric laughs. “Oh stop off here, I’m starving! You guys want anything? It’s on me.”
    After we get off the freeway, we go through an In-N-Out Burger drive-thru and order lunch. Then we continue driving to Indie’s house. She lives up in Hollywood Hills, like most everyone else in the movie industry. Her house is magnificent. A gorgeous three story glass house that overlooks Los Angeles. I have house sat for her several times in the last two years and every time I do, I don’t want to leave. The view is to die for and the pool with the attached hot tub is unbelievable. It’s an