Chapter 249
"You're up late," Ro said.
We both were. Vancouver and Los Angeles were in the same time zone.
The huskiness in his voice shivered through me. Whiskey-soaked. No. Stripped down from singing.
I wished I could have seen his face but our one attempt at FaceTime after he'd left had been an unmitigated disaster. I'd spent the entire phone call deconstructing every single expression, not to mention that seeing him somewhere that wasn't with me was too hard. Too raw. The call had gotten weird and we'd defaulted to these voice-only calls that let me believe in the continued intimacy of our relationship. Since then, we'd fallen into this place where we only had about three safe topics of conversation, the first one being his music.
"Did I interrupt a recording session?" I said.
"Nah. I was just screwing around with a new melody."
Yeah? What about Josie and the other Pussycats? I tamped my paranoia down. "Nice. The writing's going well then?"