Music of the Heart (Runaway Train, #1)(15)

Abby gave a small smile before hurrying away from me and disappearing into the passenger seat of the Tahoe waiting to take us to dinner. Rhys and Brayden came out followed by AJ.

“Jacob?” My mother’s voice finally brought me back out of my thoughts of how good Abby’s hands felt on me and how delicious she smelled.

“Sorry, Mama. Small female crisis.”

“Was that Bree?” From just those few words, my mother’s tone indicated her disdain for any involvement I had with the dark-haired goddess who traveled from time to time with her dad who was a roadie with the band. Mama hated the fact that Bree showed up all over the country just to be with me.

“No, it wasn’t. Her name is Abby. And before you can even ask, she’s not a groupie.” I then gave my mom a quick explanation.

“She sounds lovely.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, I’m sure to you she does. To me it’s a freakin’ nightmare—an alleged virgin who isn’t going to let me in her pants without the Jaws of Life. She’s not intimidated by me at all. Not to mention she has drive and ambition not just in the music world, but with nursing. And to top it all off, she comes from an insanely religious background.”

“Jacob Ethan Slater! I can’t believe you just talked about getting into a girl’s pants in front of me!” Mama chided.

“Sorry,” I replied, sheepishly. “I guess I’ve been with the guys too long.”

She laughed. “Please tell me you’re not acting like a total animal and that you show some of the respect I instilled in you—especially to this Abby.”

“I try…and I’ll try with her too.”

“Is she pretty?”

Without missing a beat, I replied, “She’s beautiful—just like an angel.” I winced the moment the pansy words escaped my lips. What the hell was happening to me?

“Mmm-hmm,” Mama murmured knowingly into the phone. “She could be good for you if you would give her a chance.”

“Come on, Jake!” AJ shouted.

“Mama, I gotta go. We’re catching an early dinner.”

“Okay sweetheart. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“I love you,” I proclaimed.

“I love you, too,” she replied. Just before I could hang-up, she said, “Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m serious about giving Abby a chance. Fate has a funny way of intervening in people’s lives.”

I knew what she wasn’t saying when she mentioned fate. She meant God. She and Abby would get along really well with their faith—something I had never picked up on, much to my mama’s disappointment. “Yeah, whatever.”

She laughed. “There’s that stubbornness—the worst trait you inherited from me.”

“I got a lot of good ones from you too.”

“Yes, as well as from your father.”

I growled into the phone at the mention of him. Because my mom was an absolute saint, she had been able to forgive the bastard for leaving her for his bimbo of a secretary when I was ten. Me, on the other hand, I still had issues with him and my step-mother.

Our head roadie, Frank, honked the horn, causing me to jump. “Sorry Mama, I really gotta go.” After another round of “I love yous”, I disconnected and hustled over to hop into the SUV. Leaning forward, I tapped Frank. “So where are we eating?”

He turned back to me and grinned. “The team wanted that pizza place we saw down the road a bit.”

I glanced over at the other guys who made faces and wrinkled their noses. We’d been living off pizza and Subway the last few days we were at Rock Nation. Since we’d been out in the desert, there hadn’t been shit around for miles, which meant very limited food choices.

“GPS says there’s a sports bar/diner about five minutes up the road. A hot spot for tourists and truckers.”

I laughed. “If it’s a favorite of truckers, then it must be good, huh?”

“I just want a cheeseburger the size of my head,” Rhys declared.

AJ licked his lips. “Nah, a big, juicy steak with a baked potato slathered in butter and sour cream.”

Catching Abby’s eye, I tilted my head at her. “Trucker stop okay for you, Angel?”

Although she tried to hide it, I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable at the thought. At the smirk curving on my lips, she rolled her eyes. “It sounds lovely.”

“I’m sure it’s not the quality you’re used to.”

Twisting around in her seat, she glared at me. “You still don’t get it, do you? I’ve eaten just about every animal imaginable, and the quality had certainly not been USDA approved. Once again, the missionary lifestyle is harsh. You don’t reach people while staying at the Hilton. It’s jungles, backwoods, and slums.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve lived a hard knock missionary life. You wanna medal or something?”

“No, I was just making a point that I’m not the prima donna you think I am!”

“Well, you’ve been stateside since you were twelve. Not to mention, your dad is pastor of one of the five largest churches in Texas—I’m sure he makes a pretty good salary with that many members tithing.”