But not now. Later tonight.

“You shouldn’t have spent so much money on a plane ticket.” Her hand was on my chest. “We need to save up for a flight back to Kansas City.”

She had a point. “I got some air miles with this European trip. Senator Estevez decided to take an earlier plane back to D.C, but it was already Friday morning. It was too late to arrange something with Lucas.”

Trisha, Lucas’s case worker, had asked we lodged any requests to see him at least ten days in advance.

“Anyway, I’d have missed the amazing show you just gave out there.” I nodded toward the stage. “Last time I checked, your name wasn’t even on the flyers. And now you’re closing the gig with the main act and getting cozy with the lead singer.”

She giggled. Damn, Cassie didn’t giggle or squeal. She’d done both within the last five minutes. Her gaze shifted to over my shoulder.

“I want you to meet someone.”

“Really? Because what I want to do right now is head straight for your hotel room.”

She gave me a sly smile and dragged me towards a space hidden in a corner behind the stage. A space full of guys lounging around, drinking beers, and a couple of girls who didn’t look to have been invited for their witty conversation.

Shawn was talking to one of those girls and she was hanging on his every word. His gaze shot to Cassie as soon as we turned the corner and my arm shot around her shoulders in a split second.

“Hey, Cass! Have you recovered?”

“That was pretty special.” Her eyes ping-ponged between Shawn and me. “I know you’ve met Josh before but I want to introduce him properly.”

I extended my arm and we shook hands. We didn’t let it linger too long.

“Is that the first time the two of you have performed it?”

“Cassie came to me with the lyrics a couple of weeks ago.” He took a swig of his beer. The girl gave up and moved onto her next target. “Then we collaborated on the melody. The crowd loved it, don’t you think?”

Cassie rolled on her toes. She buzzed with excitement and it finally got to me. I deserved a kick in the ass. She was happy. Whether I had something to do with that happiness or not, it didn’t matter. I was happy for her. With her. The way she then looked up at me all expectantly was my undoing.

“Well done, Cass.” My hand slid along the nape of her neck and I pulled her towards me. I simply kissed her forehead.

“And that’s just the beginning.” Shawn leaned closer to us as if he was about to share a secret. “Hopefully I can use it for my first album. I’d love Cassie to sing it with me but I’m not the one making the decision.” Another swig at his beer. “I’m not yet the master of the universe.”

Cassie’s gaze was glued to me like a kid praised by her teacher at parents night. Lucas’s face flashed through my mind. The first time we played football together, the first time I’d met him back in the Sorensons’ house. He’d been all proud of himself after a good throw and he’d looked just like Cassie now.

“Well done,” I repeated. Words failed me.

My cell vibrated in the back pocket of my jeans. It’d been doing that ever since I’d landed and I knew I couldn’t keep ignoring the new voicemail. I checked the screen but didn’t recognize the cell number. It was a Kansas City number though.

“Sorry, guys. Give me a minute.”

I stepped back and left Cassie chatting with Mr. Rock-God. I felt slightly less edgy about him. Maybe the guy was less of a player than I thought. I brought the phone to my ear and tried to ignore the noise surrounding me. I thought it might be Curtis clocking some extra hours on a Saturday night. But it wasn’t. It was Trisha.

By the time the message finished my stomach weighed a ton and so did my heart. Cassie was still chatting with Shawn. Shawn was staring at me now with a frown. He’d guessed correctly that whatever the call was about, it wasn’t good news.

I walked back over to them. Cassie kept chatting away about how it’d felt on stage minutes before. For once I didn’t listen to what she was saying. Shawn answered her but he wasn’t focused either. He kept throwing sideways glances at me.

I hadn’t let myself digest the pain the news had caused inside me. My brain was playing catch-up and whirled around in search of the best way to express itself.

Finally, silence froze the space between the three of us. Cassie’s gaze zeroed in on me. I hated how my words would kill the light in her eyes.

“What’s up?” she asked in one word.

The words stalled inside my mouth.

“What’s up, Josh?” She didn’t give me the choice.

“Let’s go somewhere private.”

“No, tell me why you look like shit suddenly. Tell me now.”

I swallowed hard. “Cass, Trisha left a voicemail while I was on the plane. It’s about Mr. Guidi... Alfredo... he passed away in his sleep.”

Her happy face broke into thousands of unhappy ones.

“When?”

“Two days ago.”

“What happened?”

“His heart gave up.”

I expected Cassie to crumble. She’d lost her gran three months ago. Mr. Guidi had filled some of the void left in her heart. She swayed on her feet for a second or two, but then straightened with a jerk of her neck.

“Does Lucas know?”

“He was told yesterday. Trisha says he didn’t take it well.”

“He didn’t take it well?” She let out a bitter chuckle. “Lucas has now lost the only family he had left. So, no, I guess he didn’t take it that well. Who told him?”

“I don’t know.”

Cassie was already somewhere else mentally. Shawn didn’t exist anymore. I didn’t exist anymore.

“Is there a direct flight from Phoenix to Kansas City?”

I was about to answer with another ‘I don’t know’ but I bit my tongue. Instead I got my smartphone out and kicked the Internet into action. “It might be quicker to get on the first plane out of here and connect on from there.”

She moved to my side and together we roamed around airline websites.

“There!” Her index finger pointed at the screen. “We’ll have to connect in L.A, but if we leave Phoenix before dawn, we could be with Lucas by midday.”

I nodded and started to book the tickets when Shawn cut in. “What about the gig in Vegas tomorrow night?”

Cassie was still part of the tour for another two weeks, but if anything qualified as an emergency, it was this.

She stiffened and turned to Shawn. “I’m sorry. Lucas, my son, needs me. I can’t leave him on his own.”

Shawn shifted position on the edge of the table he’d been sitting on. “Cassie, this isn’t going to fly with Terry. You’re already stepping in for someone who had to bail.” He ran his hand through his hair. “What am I going to say to Will?”

“What’s the deal with Will?” I addressed my question to Cassie.

The corner of her eyes creased. A shrug of her shoulders and it went away. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Will’s flying in from L.A. tomorrow to discuss the album,” said Shawn. “I want him to see Cassie and me perform Sweet Second on stage. I’ll need him onboard to push the duet to the record company.”

Things had gone faster than I’d expected for Cassie. Apparently, the duet wasn’t a castle in the air. It could be the real deal.

I stared down at the flight details on the tiny screen, and then checked on Cassie. She was silent. Again, she reminded me of Lucas. Granted, being absent from a new job a month in—even for a few days—wasn’t the best career move for me either. But I’d find a way through this.

I took hold of Cassie’s elbow and forced her to turn and face me. My thumb massaged the spot where her pulse beat, but her muscles remained stiff under my touch. I pulled her aside. I didn’t want anyone to witness what I was about to say.

We returned to where we’d met earlier, right by the stage. Her guitar still stood against the wall. It was much quieter now. Most of the action was taking place in the temporary bar area.