Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (the little red hen read aloud txt) 📗

because that was where their women were, they were all staying in a hotel in Detroit as well. We had Friday night off with the show on Saturday. It was a gift.

“Nice.” Ransom gave him a nod. “What’s everyone else doing? Bonham?” He and I had hung out some and he was probably the one I knew the best. Plus, I was sitting closest to him out of my family.

“Hotel, but I think the rest of them are just going home.”

“That’s right. You’re from Detroit, right?” Cross asked me with a hunk of beef in his mouth.

“Just outside of, but basically, it’s the same thing.”

We talked well into the night and when we paid, Lawson took care of it. It was nice, but I kind of hated it.

Then finally, we got to pull out of the venue and get our asses into Michigan.

23

Jurnie

I barely got any sleep last night, tossing and turning with excitement at the idea that I’d get to see Bonham today. Would it be the same? I knew it’d only been a week and a half, but we’d only had a week together. His feelings could’ve changed.

I was in the accounting department, mindlessly entering data into a spreadsheet when Graham called my name and everything about me perked up. Ned and Brian wanted me in the studio.

“I think we’re losing you,” Graham told me as I passed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere yet.” Secretly, I wanted to be, though. I’d even sent an email to my advisor asking if there was such a thing as a DJ intern spot that the school had. I wanted to really start trying it out. Ned and Brian already said they’d see what they could do for me.

“Jurnie,” they both called out when I entered the studio like I was their favorite regular at the bar.

“Hi, guys,” I called out before I’d even gotten to my microphone. “How are you both doing today?”

“I’ve seen better,” Ned said at the same time Brian answered, “Great.”

“So you’re having two very different days.”

“We are.” Ned chuckled. “How are things going with your rock star?”

I swallowed hard. If the only reason they’d brought me in here was to talk about Bonham, I almost didn’t want it. “Things are fine.”

“Fine?” Brian raised a brow.

“People are interested, Jurnie,” Ned pleaded. “It’s not every day a college student dates a rock star. It’s like you just found out that your father was really the Prince of Genovia and you’re now the heir.”

My eyebrows scrunched together at his very specific example until I realized what he was talking about. “Did you… Did you just compare my life to the plot of The Princess Diaries?”

Brian burst out into a loud laugh. “Yeah, he did.”

“I really didn’t think you’d know that,” Ned added.

“Please,” I scoffed. “I was a teenage girl once. How did you know about it?”

“We all have our guilty pleasures.” The two of them chuckled. “No, really, how are things between you? I feel like we watched this happen and are invested,” Ned said. I took a deep breath then blew it out. “How about this? Are you still seeing each other?”

“Yes,” I told him honestly. “We’re still seeing each other and I’m going to my first concert this weekend.”

“That was my next question. With Pushing Daisies in town tomorrow night, I was wondering if you were going to the show.”

“I am. And I’m excited. I’m taking my sister with me. She’s even more excited because she was a fan before I met Bonham.”

“How do you deal with it?” Brian asked.

“Deal with what?”

“The other women who drool over your boyfriend. Here.” He slid his laptop to me. There was a collage of pictures that included Bonham and women. They all looked like they were in the venue and none of it was overly intimidating, but he had his arm around them. They were pressing into his side as hard as they could and their arms were wrapped around his waist.

Now, I didn’t consider myself a jealous person, but every woman would have an opinion about this. My opinion was forming, as I’d never dealt with anything like this before. But I didn’t like seeing it and I really didn’t like the feeling settling into my chest. It was a cross between anger and sadness.

Still, I kept my composure. I wasn’t going to show a reaction.

“What about it?” I asked. “Pushing Daisies is becoming more popular every single day. He and I talk, but we don’t own each other. They love to meet their fans.”

At least I thought that last part was true because we’d never talked about it. Ned took us into a commercial break, which was usually my cue to get back to work, but as I stood, Brian said, “Wait a minute.”

So I sat back down and put the headphones back on.

“How are you liking the accounting department?” Brian asked. We weren’t talking into the mic anymore, so I slipped the headphone off one ear.

“Actually…” I swallowed hard. “I’ve decided that accounting isn’t for me.”

“Not the exciting life you hoped?”

“No and honestly, I blame you guys. I love it when you call me in here. I just don’t think I can sit behind a desk looking at numbers all day.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a nightmare to me.” Brian quieted down after that while Ned brought us back from commercial.

I watched and tried to take in everything.

“We actually have a caller who was hoping to talk to you,” Ned said while looking at me. “Go ahead, caller.”

“Yeah, I was hoping to find out if Jurnie had finished working yet.” That was Bonham. I’d recognize him anywhere. “See, I have plans for us today.”

“Hi, Bonham,” I said into the mic. “I told you what time I get off work.”

“Listeners, welcome Bonham Thompson of Pushing Daisies to the line,” Ned announced then. “Pushing Daisies has a show at Little Cesar’s tomorrow with Courting Chaos. I have no idea if the show is sold out, but if not, get