it.” She grinned. “But I guess I do need more than a bed and a dining room table.”
“I feel a shopping trip coming on.” Libby winked. “I love spending other people’s money.” Then her face turned serious. “Truth to tell, though, Jas, I’m excited to have you living so close to Aron and me, even one county over.”
“Boerne’s a lot closer than Austin,” Jasmine pointed out.
“True that. So about that shopping trip.”
Jasmine was about to answer her when her cell rang. She checked the readout.
“Hey, Carson. What’s up?”
“Well,” the man drawled, “I’ve got good news and bad.”
Jasmine’s hand tightened on the phone. “Let’s have the good first.”
“You knocked it out of the park on the tour, darlin’. I’ve got a file folder full of requests for you.”
“Really?” She almost squealed the word.
“Yes, ma’am. You’re a hot commodity. So hot, the record label wants you back in the studio ASAP.”
“Ohmigod!” She could hardly believe it. “B-but I don’t have all the material I need yet.”
He laughed. “Then you’d best get to writing. I plan to come by and see you one day next week so we can talk over all this stuff.”
Could she do this again? She’d worked so hard for this very thing.
“That’ll be nice, Carson.”
“I don’t suppose I could talk you into coming to Austin.”
She sighed. “Not yet, okay? But soon.”
Since her return from the road trip, except for closing the deal on the house and getting the few pieces of furniture, she’d hardly ventured out. She knew it was silly. Cobra was nowhere around here, but she kept expecting him to jump out at her any minute. Carson’s next words exacerbated the feeling.
“Ready for the bad news?” he asked, his tone even.
“Oh, god, I don’t know. It’s about Cobra, right?” The iced tea threatened to bubble back up in her throat.
“I’m afraid so.”
She swallowed hard. “I thought he appeared before the judge that following Monday. Three weeks ago. What happened?”
“It’s a bailable offense and the judge, in my opinion, set the damn bail too low.” His voice held anger.
“He made bail?” She sat up straight. “But how? He blows all his money.”
“Apparently, he had enough for the 10 percent. The hearing was set for today. I sent someone to court so I’d have a report.”
“And?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.
“It appears he jumped bail.”
Each one of his words felt like a hammer against her heart.
No, no, no, no!
She wanted to throw the phone across the patio or jump up and scream, or something. Then the fear began to creep through her.
“So wait. You’re saying he’s out there somewhere and no one knows where he is?”
“Take a breath, Jasmine.” Carson’s voice remained low and even. “I’ve got a private investigator on it. We’ll find him.”
“Before he finds me?” Hysteria was about to take over.
“He has no idea where you are. If he looks anywhere, it will be Austin, but you don’t even live there any more. And only the people closest to you know where your new house is.”
Jasmine sat there clutching the phone, trying to figure out what to do next.
Carson cleared his throat. “Listen. Why don’t I come down tomorrow? We can talk about what I’ve got going for you, look at possible replacements for Cobra so we can start rehearsals, and you can get to work on some new material. It will keep your mind occupied and not dwelling on that asshole.”
“Carson, I don’t know if I can concentrate enough to work. Or if I even want to get back to it.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow. Are you okay for tonight?”
Was she? Would she be okay by herself tonight? Yes, damn it, she would.
“Yes,” she said at last. “What time tomorrow?”
After confirming the details for the next day she hung up and glanced over at Liberty who stared hard at her.
“What’s up?” she asked. “And don’t give me any shit about nothing’s