Chapter 8 #2
Bella was about to add that Jack should visit sometime, but she felt a pair of hands come from behind her, cover her eyes, and heard “Guess who?” in her ear.
“Robert!!” Bella turned to the man standing behind her, squealing with joy, and wrapping him a tight hug. “I thought that was you on stage, but I wasn’t sure. What are you doing here, how did you end up with Darcy?”
Robert Brandon returned Bella’s hug, as he replied “Her bass player got sick and had to pull out of the tour last minute. They called me up and I had time, so here I am. I texted the girls about catching up at the Dallas show, but they told me you’d be at this one, and how to find you. How are you luv?”
Jack’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the handsome Englishman. For some reason it irritated him to see his arm around Bella, and that of course made him even more irritated for being irritated. Bella quickly filled Robert in how she’d come to be at the Houston show.
“Oh, where are my manners? Robert, this is Captain Jack Calloway, commander of the next Diana mission to the moon. Jack, this is Robert Brandon.”
Shaking Robert’s hand, Jack greeted the man who kept his arm still around Bella.
“How do you two know each other?” Jack asked, trying to figure out a way to put some space between those two.
“Robert was in the same band as my late husband, Iron Fist.”
“Iron Fist? Your husband was in Iron Fist? I used to listen to them all the time. Wait. Jasper Wilde, the drummer who died. That was your husband?”
“Yes, that was him.”
“Jasper was a damn good drummer, best I’ve ever played with, and damn fine man too. I still can’t believe he’s gone,” said Robert.
A rock star. Her late husband had been a rock star. It makes sense - she’s kinda got that rocker vibe about her, but in a classy way.
A few more minutes of chit chat and Robert left, with hugs and promises that Bella would meet up with him I don’t need this distraction right now.