Free Lasting Lyric by T.J. West Page B

infinity edge pool, which makes you feel like you’re swimming on the edge of the hill. Slim is going to want to dive in the second he sees it.
    “You guys staying the night? I have plenty of bedrooms,” Indie asks, after we finish lunch.
    Slim helps clean up the trash then comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He bends down and kisses me on the cheek. “I’m all up for it. Sweetheart , what about you?”
    He’s an ass, yet I play along anyways. “Sure, darling , of course.” I sock him in the stomach, which makes him laugh and back away. I don’t understand what he’s up to. I know he’s being Slim and all, but doing this in front of my sister, I find it unsettling.
    Indie looks at us like we are both crazy - which we are, no surprise there. “ Oookay …I’ll be back, I need to hit the shower.”
    Once Indie is out of earshot, I practically jump out of my seat and get up in Slim’s face. “What is going on with you?”
    He blinks and cocks his head to the side. “Nothing.”
    Nothing ? Yeah right . I place my hands on my hips. “What’s with the sweetheart, pet name, in front of my sister?”
    He steps further into my space and lifts my chin with his fingers. “Just joking, Lyric, calm down,” he smirks that sexy smirk of his, then moves away. He goes to the front door, picking up his bag. “Hand me your bag. I’ll find us a room.”
    Find us a room? The thought of me and him in my sister’s house, feeling good in the same bed. Oh gosh, I’m not ready for Indie to find out what we’ve been doing. “No,” shaking my head. “Not a good idea.”
    “Fine,” he sighs. “I’ll find us each a room.” I give him my bag. “You do know one of the those rooms won’t get used, right?”
    “My sister doesn’t need to know that right now.”
    “Shouldn’t be a big deal, Charlie.”
    Slim is right, but again, I’m not ready to reveal our little secret. She’ll think it’s insane. Which it is insane! Why I can’t sleep by myself without having a nightmare or anxiety makes me feel weak. I hate losing who I used to be before that whole bus crash happened. “It’s not, it’s just…” I can’t find the words to explain why I want to keep our sleeping arrangement secret.
    “I get it. Be back.”
    He gets it. I know he does. Good.
    While I have some down time on my own, I set up my laptop and do some work. I have avoided work all day, so attending to my emails is a must.
    I lost track on how many emails I have read and responded to, time just swept away from me. I noticed Slim went off outside earlier, leaving me to my work, while Indie never came back from her shower. She must have been exhausted and took a nap. I contacted JINKS’ agent to make sure he was still on top of this European tour the guys want so badly, and he was. He’s making some final adjustments and will let me know in a couple days when this tour will take place. I want this for the guys more than anything. They deserve their first European tour and I’m going to make it happen. I don’t really know their agent all that well, but he seems like a nice enough guy to want this for them as much as I do.
    I close my laptop and gaze outside, spying on Slim. For awhile he was looking at the view and then settled himself down on one of the loungers scrolling through his phone. He seems very relaxed out there, but I know he’s dying to get back in the studio. He’s like a little boy who lost his puppy. If music isn’t a part of his daily routine, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He should have brought his guitar, at least he would have that to take his mind off of things. He really is so sexy, lying out in the sun -
    Indie interrupts my thoughts when she comes sailing down the stairs. She’s in a pink, silky robe, bare feet, no makeup and her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail. She makes herself comfy on her enormous sectional sofa, curling her legs underneath her butt. I walk over and sit next to