One Promise Too Late

Chapter 3

Her Wanton Luxury

Mick arrived home a few days later, as promise. Stevie sat on the porch in one of her floor length sundresses waiting for his arrival. Once the car was parked she ran up to him throwing her arms around him. He picked her up spinning her around. He set her down and she kissed him hard on the mouth. "I missed you." She said.

"I missed you too, love."

He went around to the back of the car and got out his things. That's it? She went almost 3 days alone for that big reunion. She followed him around to the passenger side. "So how did it go?" She asked.

"Ugh, it was bloody awful. Boy can play, but he couldn't sing to save his life."

She frowned. "Oh, that's a drag. Did you already eat on the way here?"

"No actually, have you?"

"No, would you like me to warm something up?"

"Perfect, how would you like to go out to dinner tonight, love?"

"I'd love to. Could you just give me a few minutes to get ready."

"Sure."

He took the bags out of the back and made his way past her up to the house. She followed closing the door behind them.

Stevie came down an hour earlier wearing blue jeans and a red halter top, not forgeting her usual platform wedge heels. They got in the car and left for a nearby chinese restaurant down the road. They took their seats and took their orders. "So, what now?" She asked.

"Now what, what." He laughed.

"I mean, if Texas boy was a blow, who else is there?"

"I don't know Stevie. John was thinking of putting out an ad."

"An ad?"

"Yeah."

"An AD!?

The waiter interupted their conversation just in time bring over their meals. Stevie smiled and thanked him. They began eating in silence until one of them dared to speak up. "So...how were you the past few days? Everything went well."

She nodded her head while swallowing. "Yes. Christine came over Tuesday and yesterday I just hung out and watched T.V. How is John?"

"Oh he's fine. Y'know, he isn't too bad of a singer. I mean he isn't the greatest, but I guess we could at least-"

She interupted. "Really John, Mick. JOHN! No offence, but he can't sing to save his life either, or his grandmother's!!"

"Calm down Stevie, it's not a big deal. We're just getting desperate here."

"Mick, it's JOHN!"

"Do YOU have anyone better in mind?"

"Yes, in fact I do!"

Her voice roise as he waited for her to finish her argument. "Me! Why can't I sing for Fleetwood Mac, Mick! You said yourself when we met I had the most beautiful voice you'd ever heard! If you meant a single word I would already be in the band!"

"Stevie, don't get angry! I thought you were happy staying at home-"

"Oh. Cleaning all day! Being your personal maid! Did it ever occur to you Mick that maybe I still wanted to do something my life! I'm only 26 Mick! And you expect me to already give up my career!"

"No, I'm sorry Stevie. It's not a big deal."

"Yes it is Mick! I do NOTHING all day long! Do you think it's fun sitting on a flippin couch all day!"