Heartsong for Dr. Montgomery (Book 1: Gavine)

Chapter Six

"The strangest part about being famous is you don't get to give first impressions anymore. Everyone already has an impression of you before you meet them." – Kristen Stewart

Kim had convinced me to go out to a bar and blow off some steam, maybe even meet someone. Kim and I had been friends since my freshman year of college, and she was a junior. We ran track together, she threw shot put and discus. Because I was training for the heptathlon, we practiced shot put together. She held the collegiate national record, at the time, which training with her brought my game to higher level. We hit it off right away, realized we grew up in the same area, and liked the same kind of girls. We continued to stay friends even after she graduated and I went off to medical school, she has been one of my closest, loyalists, and most trusted friend. She was a vault with information. I never had to worry, that any tabloid leaks would come from her. So, when she asked me for anything, which was rare, I was always willing to help her out if I was able.

She had been asking me to go to a lesbian bar since I moved back to the Bay Area. She always understood when I reminded her I still didn't feel comfortable to be out, in case I was followed by the paparazzi.

The news had died down, and our divorce had finally become yesterday's fodder when another high-profile couple was rumored to be splitting up after being married for ten years, and rumor had it, the husband was leaving the wife for another woman he co-starred with in his current film. What trumped her news was three A-listers being embroiled in a love triangle. Thank you, very much for that.

She finally gave into Kim's request. It had been a few days since the incident with Bob and Nancy at Golden Gate Park. So far, nothing had surfaced in the news about the incident. That was a relief. She was also feeling a little restless about being single again. She had been thinking about Jill, and wondering if she should try to find her and ask her out. She did have her name and knew where she worked. It would be easy to find out information; however, it seemed a little unethical and stalkerish. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if Gavine hadn't had a sexual dream about her the other night. She woke up from it, so turned on, she couldn't go back to sleep till she took care of the ache in her crotch.

Gavine told Kim and her other friends from college, Paxton Henderson, and Mackinley Mathews that she'd meet them at the club. She thought it might be a good idea to bring her driver/bodyguard that night. She looked over at Madison and said, "I'll wait for you to get out, but I don't want you to open my door. It'll look suspicious."

"Whatever you say, you're the boss. I need to remind you about safety protocols in case something does happen. I won't care if it makes you uncomfortable, my job is to keep you safe." She looked over at Gavine, and she suggested maybe wearing a disguise, to throw off detection. She didn't think it was a very convincing disguise. She had on a Stanford baseball cap backwards, and a pair of glasses. Her height and physique would give her away if nothing else. She had on a fitted white polo shirt that showed off her broad shoulders and flat stomach. She also had on a pair of dark jeans that accentuated her long legs and muscular thighs. Gavine thought to herself, as if a pair of geeky glasses is going to hide her identity. It might. The valet pulled open the door to help Madison out, so they could get in the driver's seat. Once Madison gave the valet their final instructions and thanks, she walked around the car to meet up with Gavine as she got out of the car.

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Gavine looks over and recognizes Jill the nurse standing and chatting with a woman not even 5 feet away. Gavine was standing at an angle next to Kim and Paxton they were blocking folks from seeing her, but she had a perfect view of Jill. She was able to observe her, Gavine watched as she lifted the drink up to her lips and sipped from the skinny cocktail straw. She had full lips that were accentuated by the gloss she was wearing. Her long blond hair was down, and it reached a little past her shoulders. She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she kept chatting with the other woman. She was beautiful, in a sweet all-American girl kind of way. The woman she was with was shorter than Jill, and was a curly brunette. The brunette also used her hands a lot as she spoke. The way they were standing with each other, Gavine could tell they were not lovers, but friends. There wasn't a close intimacy, but more of an easy banter between them.