“Maybe you could enlighten me a little bit on why?”
“Well.” Callie put her fork down, trying
to figure out the best way to phrase this. “I didn’t realize it until I met him
today, but it turns out I have a bit of a history with B. Strong.”
“Oh yeah?” Lucinda leaned forward a
little, her eyes brightening like she always did when she heard a particularly
juicy piece of gossip. Callie took a deep breath; even though she knew Lucinda
wouldn’t spread this around the office, it was still hard to tell her.
“He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
“Shut up.” Lucinda practically leapt out
of her chair. “Andy Smith wrote that book? The guy you dated for like, six
weeks back in January? I didn’t think that bastard had it in him!”
“God, no. Not Andy,” Callie said,
laughing. “His name is Brendan Armstrong.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you’d dated a
Brendan.”
“He was before your time.”
“Right.” Lucinda’s brown furrowed, and
then her eyes widened. “Oh my god. You don’t mean… that Brendan
Armstrong? The one from that band who broke up after their drummer died?”
“What?” Callie’s jaw dropped. Lucas
was dead? “I had no idea,” she whispered.
“Yeah.” Lucinda watched her closely. “He
died a couple of months ago. Drug overdose. I’m guessing you knew him?”
“Yes. Yes, I knew them all,” Callie
mumbled numbly. She’d hung out with the Strong Arm Giants many times, back when
they were just a garage band and she and Brendan still had the possibility of a
future together. Lucas had been a sweetheart, a skinny guy with a mop of long,
unruly hair he loved to swing around as he head banged while playing on the
drums. “That’s so terrible.”
“It really is.” Lucinda reached over and
squeezed Callie’s hand. “I’m so sorry honey. I thought you would have known.”
Callie shook her head. “I always made it
a point not to follow them in the media. It hurt too much.”
Lucinda nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I
get that. Breakups are rough.” She waited a moment, but Callie didn’t say
anything more. “I guess it must have been years since you last saw Brendan.”
“At least five.”
“Wow.” Lucinda frowned. “You know, it’s
kind of a crappy thing to do, luring you into the restaurant like that on the
pretense of work when you didn’t even know who he really was. What’d he try to
do, get you two to kiss and make up?”
Callie’s lips twisted. “Not exactly. He
offered me a revised contract to sign.”
“What?” Lucinda’s pretty blue eyes
widened. “What the hell is that all about? What did he want, for you to agree
to suck him off for every thousand dollars he makes in royalties?”
Callie snorted. “Nothing quite so vulgar.
Just for me to accompany him on a book tour.”
“Oh.” Lucinda deflated a little. “Well, I
guess that’s not so bad.”
“Excuse me?” Callie didn’t quite believe
what she’d heard. Was her assistant actually defending her ex?
“Okay, I mean I get why you’d be upset
and everything.” Lucinda held up her hands. “But in a way, it’s kind of sweet
that Brendan’s inventing ways to spend time with you.”
“Yeah, it’s really sweet that he’s
coercing me into putting myself in a position where I can be seduced by him,” Callie
said sarcastically. She picked up her plate and tossed the contents in the
trash, thoroughly disgusted at this point. “Acting like he’s offering me this
deal like I’m in dire need of something juicy.”
“You are in dire need of something
juicy,” Lucinda pointed out, somewhat dryly. “Or at least that’s how you’ve
been acting this past month.”
Callie threw her hands up in the air.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I have to stoop so low as to accept his charity,
just so he’ll have a chance to get in my pants again. I’m done with him, Lucy.
He left me behind because music was more important to him than I was, and he
can suffer with his decision for the rest