Falcon Song: A love story Read Online Free

out of the Jeep and another set of fancy fluted glassware. What was up with him tonight?
    She was relieved when Cody and Ryanna disappeared around the bend of the river with a blanket and their drinks and it was just her and Jason for a while. Even drinking champagne, Jason was an entity she could handle. At least she always had been able to.
                  Jason didn’t seem to notice the champagne. Maybe he hadn’t even seen Cody unload it because Jason just got out his acoustic guitar and settled on a huge old log that had been dragged up next to the fire and started to play. As his rich voice began to sound across the flames, blending with the clear, hypnotic notes of the guitar, Kate could feel herself start to relax and she brought a little blanket and came over and sat next to his stump seat to lean against him. This was her Jason. The friend she’d leaned on her whole life.
                  As tired as she was, it didn’t take her long to begin to get sleepy and mellow and she leaned her head back against Jason’s leg and yawned. She wasn’t sure she could stay awake to watch the shooting stars.
                  Jason put the guitar down and put a hand on her shoulder and yawned himself. “Oh man, Kate. This grueling week is coming back to bite me. How are you doing? Are y’all as tired as me?”
                  She put a hand up to rest on his on her shoulder. “I’m fine. A little tired, but I’m okay. So tell me more about your week. How was the big city?” 
                  He got up and went over to Cody’s Jeep and started digging around in it, talking over his shoulder as he went, “The city was cool. It’s busy and crowded and if I had to live there, I’d be crazed, but it was fun. Didn’t Cody bring anything other than champagne to drink? Geez, the man is nuts. There’s not even a Coke in here. Where’d they go, anyway? Do you know?” He came back over to her with a flute of champagne. “I know you weren’t very happy about the champagne, but I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal. It’s not really wine or beer or something. I’m thirsty and I’m going to have some more. Can I get you some or would y’all just rather not? Would you like to try a taste of mine? It really does just taste like extra sparkling fruit juice.”
                  He sat down on the log again and she leaned back against him one more time. “I don’t know, Jase. It seems like drinking. I mean, it is alcoholic.”
                  “Yeah, but so is the cooking wine you use all the time in your restaurant. And although I would never crack open a beer; this doesn’t bother me too much. I’ve never celebrated with champagne before, but then I’ve never had my own recording contract before either.” He offered her the flute. “Try a taste. If you hate it, we’ll make a run back in to the C-store at the junction.”
                  She absent mindedly took the stemware he was offering her and closed her eyes for a minute to rest them while she thought about it and then stayed resting against him as he began to play again. He sang her the first song he’d ever written for her and even though it had gone on to become a top ten hit on the radio, she never tired of hearing him sing it to her when it was just the two of them and his guitar.
                  When the song was over, she opened her eyes and took a tentative sip of the champagne. It wasn’t too bad. It didn’t really taste like fruit juice, but it wasn’t nearly as nasty as cooking wine before it cooked off.
    She took another sip and leaned back against Jason again. When it was like this, she didn’t have the doubts and fears she’d been fighting lately. She wanted Jason to be as successful and popular and famous as he absolutely could. She did. But it was really nice to be back to just them and their friendship, the way it had