nodded. “That’s right. You guys are good.”
“Of course.”
Katie cleared her throat, grinning, indicating the pretty blonde sitting beside the smirking vocalist. “And this is Erin, Riley’s girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Heather smiled. “You as well.” They all seemed like nice people, but she could tell already that this so-called vacation was going to feel awkward as hell. She had nothing in common with any of these people. Well, save Katie. They were all tattooed and pierced to the hilt, and while they seemed nice (and she loved their music), she doubted she’d have anything to talk with any of them about. In fact, the only one who seemed halfway normal was Erin. That woman didn’t have any tattoos that Heather could see.
She wasn’t judging. She knew these were good people or else Katie wouldn’t associate with them. Heather simply felt the usual awkwardness she often did in life. She would try, though. Katie said, “Let me show you to your room so you can settle in a bit.”
The people behind them began talking again, and Heather took her bag from Johnny as they walked away. “How was your drive here?”
“Uneventful. Traffic wasn’t too bad.”
“Oh, this is the dining room area and the kitchen’s there,” Katie said, and Heather almost laughed, because her friend was pointing out the obvious. Katie veered off to the left and began walking down a hall. Heather managed to keep up with her. Then Katie said, “The rest of the Shock Treatment will be here tonight. We’re having pizza delivered a little later and I told them no beer …so they went to town to get their drink on and they’ll be back in time for dinner.”
Heather felt her brows furrow. She’d never known Katie to decline a drink, even though she wasn’t much of a drinker. “Why no beer?”
Katie lowered her voice a little, even though they were plenty far away from the other guests. In fact, they were getting ready to turn a corner so that their voices would be even more distant. “Riley’s a recovering alcoholic. Hasn’t touched the stuff in years. Johnny thought it would be best to not even have it around.”
Heather nodded. “Not a bad idea.” Heather was now afraid of getting lost in this cabin. She lost count of how many doors they’d passed, but she noticed that Katie’s gait began to slow.
“Oh, and tomorrow some of Johnny’s other friends are gonna be here—guys from the Riley/ Stone days. I’m hoping to talk them into jamming a little. That’d be cool, wouldn’t it?” Katie stopped in front of a door that looked just like the other two on that side of the hall—large, wooden, majestic. The metal knob looked heavy as she turned it and pushed the door open.
Cool…that wasn’t the word Heather would have used. No. Hell, no. That meant more people that she’d feel awkward around. She liked these people—was sure she’d love them, in fact, but she felt more at home with academics, people who accepted and even loved her for her mind. She didn’t know that any of these folks would appreciate her brain.
Well, Katie would. And if they loved and accepted her , surely they’d welcome Heather with open arms.
And then Heather let herself remember that Katie had said that Kiefer would be there. Oh, Kiefer. She’d only ever met him in person once—a couple of years earlier when she and Katie had gone to a Shock Treatment concert. She was pretty sure he’d been baked, but they’d hit it off and were like old friends by the end of the evening. In fact, they’d struck up such a friendship that they’d remained online buddies ever since reconnecting via email a few months later.
In spite of the fact that the idea made her nervous, she was also excited. She’d spent the last two years struggling with demons, traveling through some dark places, but she’d also been teaching and writing. She hadn’t