Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 6 (Blair)

Blair

This was so awkward. Karleah was the "sweetheart" he had talked to yesterday, that much I had figured out. She'd mentioned him not being able to make it to see her last night. Which I felt terrible about. And now, here I was again, interrupting their visit.

Travis obviously adored his sister, and she felt the same way about him. I had no siblings and no clue what that must feel like.

"Jaco called you?" Travis asked, looking at his sister before taking a bit of the sandwich on his plate. She smiled tightly and nodded.

"Yeah. He's having a hard time being away."

"I'm surprised he made it this long. You going to visit your mom?" Karleah frowned and stared down at her plate.

Something was definitely wrong. Did she have mom issues like I did? "And he said your mom". Did they have different mothers?

"He's worries that I could upset her without him there. He thinks it's best for me to wait until he's back."

Travis let out an aggravated grunt. He didn't seem pleased with her answer. He swung his gaze over to me.

"You good? The ice helping?"
I nodded.

"Let's not talk about Dad right now. It's rude to talk about family stuff when we have a guest with us," Karleah said, with a smile that didn't meet her eyes. Something Travis said had bothered her.

"Your dad has a cool name," I said, hoping to ease some of the tension that had suddenly entered the room.

"The only Jaco I've heard of is Jaco Miliani. I've never heard of anyone else with that name."

Karleah and Travis looked at each other, and then a real smile broke out across Karleah's face, and her eyes danced with laughter.

"I've never heard of anyone else with the name Jaco, either. Except, of course, Jaco Miliani."
I had started to agree politely when her words slowly sank in. No... Wait.. No...

"I guess I didn't tell you my whole name when I introduced myself." Travis said with a smile. Ok. Wait. I wracked my brain. There had been some news or something around the time I had left home about Jaco Miliani's wife and daughter. I didn't always have access to TV back then.

"You don't watch much TV, do you?"

Travis asked with a teasing grin, as he took a drink of his soda. I wasn't about to explain to him why I didn't watch much TV. I just shook my head.

"No, not much. Ever."

Karleah sighed and then laughed softly.

"Someone who doesn't know who I am, and now you've ruined it, Trav."

I could tell she was joking. I just smiled and tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was sitting at the table with Jaco Miliani's children. In what universe did this happen? The awkward feeling skyrocketed, and I wanted nothing more than to get away.

I wasn't just interrupting a family gathering; I was interrupting a legendary rockstar's family gathering. Oh, gosh, this was so embarrassing.

I looked at the both of them sitting there, with their easy going smiles. They seemed like any normal, happy family. They didn't appear to be what you would expect from a rock legend's children.

"I need to go. I... My hand is starting to bother me, and I left my medicine at home. Thankyou so much for brunch, and I promise to work over-time next week. You two enjoy the rest of your meal, and I'll see myself out," I said quickly, before either of them could interrupt me.

Then I stood and flashed them one more smile before leaving the room as calmly and quickly as I could.
I had just stepped outside when I felt a large hand wrap around my upper arm.

"Not so fast. You want to leave, I'll take you. You're not walking."

Travis wasn't holding my arm tightly enough to make me panic, but the firm grip caused my heart rate to spike. I didn't like to be grabbed. I managed to control my reaction.

"I, uh, fine. Ok. Thankyou." It was exhausting to argue with this man. He was going to win. I might as well give in.

He seemed pleased that I wasn't going to put up a fuss. He dropped his hand and placed it on my back, as if to lead me toward his truck. I walked ahead of him fast enough so that his hand couldn't rest against me. Even though reminding myself how much I didn't like to be touched wasn't making the warm, tingly feeling on my back where his hand had been go away. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, just a new one. A very new one. Like, it had never happened until now.

Travis opened the truck door before I could reach for the handle, and he took my hand to help me up. Once again, I was in his truck, but this time, I knew more about him. That he was a good, well-loved brother. That he adored his sister. That he was Jaco freaking Miliani's son. Holy crap this was insane.

When he was behind the wheel, I glanced over at him. His tall, muscular body was covered in a flannel shirt and faded, worn out jeans. His thighs filled the jeans out well, and I could see the muscles flex.

"When you get home, put some of that salve on your wound that we got yesterday. It'll soften the skin around it and ease the pain."

"I will," I assured him.

He nodded and reached for some sunglasses he had tucked into the sun visor and put them on. How did one look sexy while putting on sunglasses? Until that moment, I wouldn't have thought it was possible.

"Do you need to call Owen and let him know you got a ride home?"
I shook my head.

"No, I was walking home anyway. He has to work tonight."

Travis scowled.

"There is a cab service around here you know."

I picked at the bandage and kept my gaze down. I didn't want to give this man my life story to explain why a cab was pointless. I liked walking. It was what I'd always done. Travis sighed when I didn't respond.

"Are you working tomorrow?" He asked.

I didn't have a house to clean tomorrow. It was the day I went to the library and exchanged my books. I would take a walk on the beach and clean m apartment and buy groceries. It was time for me.

"No, I don't work tomorrow."

"Good."