Somehow she thought Sully acquiescing would give her relief. Instead, it did the opposite. Anxiety had seized her. She couldn’t shake the conflict that was rising inside of her. She wondered why it was happening right now and not before.
She let out a defeated sigh, got up and returned to her bedroom, throwing herself onto the bed. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She heard the phone ring and ignored it, hearing Candice answer it in the other room. She kept her gaze fixed as Candice appeared in the doorway moments later.
Candice shifted her feet and spoke softly. “Kit, Pete is on the line.”
Kit propped herself up on her elbows and stared at Candice. “I’m not available. You can tell him I’ll call him back and I’m not sure when. I just can’t… I can’t think straight right now.” She shook her head and looked away.
Candice nodded dutifully. “I’ll hold all of your calls for the remainder of the day.”
“Thank you,” Kit called out as Candice retreated. Once again, that pit was in her stomach—the one that kept her questioning if the legal separation was the right thing to do.
One thing was certain, her staying in the condo on her own wasn’t a wise idea. She could eat herself alive with over analysis. She needed to clear her head. She jumped up, made a call down to the valet, grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. A drive along the coast would clear her head, she hoped.
CHAPTER 19
Sully arrived at the arena, not feeling motivated, his mind on Kit and his conversation with the new divorce attorney he had hired that morning. He pushed it aside and got out of the limousine, following the rest of the band to the green room backstage.
Giselle sidled up to him. “How’s that voice holding up? Dr. Franklin is here to see you.”
He nodded. “Good. It’s gravely. Haven’t been able to shake it.”
She nodded. “Before you meet with him, there’s someone you get to do an exclusive with. Just a few shots, that’s all she’s asking for.”
Sully stopped in his tracks and gave Giselle a disgusted look. “That groupie, Roxanne, was not allowed back on this tour. Did you reinstate her press creds?”
Giselle grinned. “No. It’s not Roxanne. I wanted to leave it as a surprise.” Sully’s eyes lit up. She reached out and squeezed his arm, realizing she had gotten his hopes up. “It’s not Kit or Kendalle either, but it is someone you’ll be happy to see. No doubt.”
Before Sully could inquire further, he heard Jimmy’s reaction when he entered the green room. He grinned and looked at Giselle. “Someone from our past I take it. Jim sounds pretty happy.”
Giselle tilted her head to the side. “Go have a little fun. You’re on with Dr. Franklin in a few and then due on stage in twenty.” She opened the door for him and winked.
Sully burst into the green room eager to see who was there. He smiled wide and hooted when he spotted the petite blond standing in the middle of the room surrounded by the rest of the band. He exclaimed happily. “Maxine Riley in da house!”
She turned around, giggled and squealed. “Sully Foxx! C’mere my brother from another mother.”
He ran over, scooped her up and swung her around in a circle. He finally put her down and they laughed together.
He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “I feel like it’s been ages. Where the fuck have you been hiding out?”
She winked. “I was just telling Jim. I’ve been all over the planet. Spent a lot of time in New York and Nashville. Got married and now going through a divorce. Headed up here to Seattle for the last few months to cover the whole grunge thing. I’m moving back to L.A. though. When I heard you guys were coming up I decided to hang in for the show and then bail after that.”
She nodded. “You look good, Sully. Time has been kind to you.” She stroked his face and then gave him a gentle pat.
He chuckled. “Thank you. I can say the same for you, Max. You’re staying for the show, right?”
She nodded and grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it. I was hoping to get some candids of all of you before the show. You cool with that? Thinking about selling them to Rolling Stone on spec if you guys are up for it.”
Sully nodded and kissed her on the cheek. “You got it. I’m sure all the guys would agree with me.” Sully noticed Giselle nod to him from across the room. “Hey Max, I gotta go, but hang out, ok? We’ll talk after the show.”
She giggled. “You bet. I’m throwing you guys a rooftop after party at my loft. We’ll catch up then for sure. Kick some ass out there tonight, Sull.”
He smiled. “Will do!”
Giselle pounded on the large door of Maxine’s loft. She shook her head, annoyed to be retrieving members of the band.
A young woman with mousy brown hair wearing only an open silk robe sleepily opened the door. She squinted from the morning sunlight that beamed throughout the loft.
She glared at Giselle. “What do you want?”
She was on the verge of losing her patience. She pushed past her. “Where’s Maxine?”
The girl suddenly became more self-conscious. She pulled the robe closed and folded her arms in. “How do I know? Good luck finding her in here.” She waved to the sea of passed out bodies throughout the first floor of the loft.
Giselle spotted Remo passed out on one of the sofas and grabbed his ear, pinching it hard. Remo screamed out and opened his eyes. He noticed Giselle and let out a low grumble. “Ok, ok, I’m coming.”
Giselle looked at him. “I’m missing
