Angel

Part 13

August 18th, 1980

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Lindsey pushed his breakfast around the plate as he sat with Mick, Christine and John. There wasn't a lot of talking going on, it was way too early for them to be up, but they had an interview scheduled, so they didn't really have a choice. He wanted to ask if anyone knew, where Stevie was, but then he remembered, she didn't want people to start talking. He must have sighed too loudly, which caught Mick's attention.

"You must be missing your girl, huh?" Mick asked, taking a sip of coffee.

Which one, Lindsey thought. "No. I mean, it's just..." 

"It's alright." Mick patted him on the back. "You're not any less of a man if you let your feelings show a bit, you know." Mick laughed and Lindsey squeezed out a weak smile. "Carol Ann left so suddenly, you're allowed to miss her."

Lindsey told his bandmates, when they noticed Carol Ann's absence before their last show, that she got a call about some modeling job and went home. He wasn't going to give them the real story, it was bad enough that Stevie knew. 

Stevie. Where is she? Lindsey lifted his eyes up as if he could somehow summon her with his thoughts. After the night they'd spent together, she left his room and he felt as though things had suddenly gotten much better between them. She was the one, who approached him before the show last night. She actually sat with him and had a conversation. It might not have been important, but it was to him. He thought, she listened and heard him. It felt nice that she paid attention to something he'd admitted to her. 

"Where's Stevie?" Christine spoke up as if she had read Lindsey's mind. "We're gonna be late."

"I'm sure she'll get here soon." Mick shrugged, not at all worried about the day's schedule. They were Fleetwood Mac after all, no one truly expected them to get anywhere on time. "You two seemed pretty chummy last night." Mick nudged Lindsey. "You've any idea what's taking her so long?"

"Uh, no." Lindsey shook his head, gulping down half a glass of his orange juice. "What makes you think, I'd know where she is?"

"Sorry." Mick held up his hands. "I'm just asking." 

Mick didn't deserve that tone and Lindsey apologized. "It's okay. I just... I didn't sleep very well."

They quietened down again. Lindsey feared that he knew exactly where Stevie was. Or at least with whom. He didn't want to make any accusations, he wanted to believe his own theory even less. Jimmy hadn't left yet. He arrived two days ago and still hadn't left. Just how much business was there to discuss, Lindsey frowned. Besides, a Fleetwood Mac tour was not the place or the time. Stevie was supposed to be focused on that not on her solo career.

"There she is!" Mick showed with his hand and Lindsey tilted his chin up to look. "Told you, she'd get here."

Lindsey tightened his grip on the cup of coffee he was holding, his teeth gritted. Stevie was walking towards them and sure enough Jimmy had his slimy hands on her. His mouth close to her ear, he whispered something and she laughed a little too loudly then pushed him away playfully. Stop it! Lindsey heard her say, she was blushing.

"Sorry we're a little late." Stevie said. "I hope you don't mind if Jimmy joins us."

No one disagreed except Lindsey. In his head. He stuck around for about two more minutes before he excused himself, saying, he'd forgotten something in his room. The Brits exchanged knowing looks, while Stevie didn't seem to have noticed anything wrong.