dash.
“ So what now?” Trey asked.
“ We radio the rest of your band and get you two on their bus,” Jerry said frankly. “Crosstalk left before we did, but I think your bandmates are behind us. I’m no mechanic, and I have no idea what it’s going to take to get this thing running again, but you have a show tomorrow, and that means you can’t wait around.”
Trey nodded. “Right.”
“ I’ll get in touch with them,” Jerry offered. “You two gather up what you need.”
Trey looked up at me, but I was one step ahead of him. We both returned to the back of the bus where I cleaned up any evidence of the ritual that had just taken place while Trey starting packing the essentials into our suitcases.
“Not the best time for bus-hopping,” he said with a grin.
I shrugged. “Could have been worse. At least we’re done here. How long do you think it will take to get this thing fixed?”
“ Not long, I hope.”
That translated into my packing enough for several days, just in case. I saw Trey glancing longingly at the wine fridge, and I didn ’t have to reach out with my power to know what he was thinking. We couldn’t take any blood with us. Finding a way to keep it cold would be the least of our worries on a bus full of humans. It definitely complicated things.
“ It’ll be okay,” he said out loud, like he was trying to convince himself.
I nodded, trying to do the same. “We’ll figure it out.”
Jerry had set up flashing cones outside to alert oncoming traffic of our location on the side of the highway. He was just stepping back inside when we set our luggage near the door.
“All set?” he asked.
“ We’re good to go.” Trey answered.
“ Your ride should be here any minute.”
It was more like twenty minutes, which wasn ’t a long wait, but I could tell Trey was anxious to get on the road again. He walked me out to the other bus. Chase greeted us at the door from the jump seat. He stood up and gave a little bow.
“ Welcome to our humble abode,” he said with a grin, reaching out his hand for me. I smiled back and took it, letting him help me up the short set of stairs to the main level.
“ There’s nothing humble about these abodes,” I teased as I glanced around. I hadn’t been on this bus, yet, and I was surprised at how different it was from ours. Aside from the jump seat and the driver’s seat, nothing was the same. That made sense, considering there were more of them on this bus, and they probably preferred not to share a big bed in the back like Trey and I did.
“ I’ll get our stuff,” Trey said to me before heading back to our bus.
“ How about a tour?” Chase asked.
“ Why not?” He gestured for me to go first and I slipped past him, taking another step up into the kitchen/dining area.
“ It’s a little roomier when the slide out is out,” he said.
There were two small booth-style tables, one on either side of me. A TV was mounted in the space behind the jump seat. The kitchen center was beyond that on the left, with a long leather sofa directly to my right. The space was pretty narrow, as Chase had pointed out, but that sort of came with the bus territory.
“Bathroom is here,” he said, pointing to a closed door as we moved forward. “We’ve got twelve bunks.”
Twelve bunks seemed like a lot until I saw how small they were. Most of them were holding bags of clothes and other personal belongings. “O’Shea and I threw our luggage on Jonas’s storage bunk for now to clear up some beds for you guys.”
“ Thanks,” I said, suddenly appreciating the luxury of the closet space on our bus.
He opened the curtain on two middle bunks, one on either side of the aisle. “The bedding is all clean. It’s not much, but it works.”
“ At least I don’t have to climb to the top,” I said with a grin.
“ Nah. Jonas sleeps up there, though.” He tilted his head to gaze at the top bunk to the right. “He’s secretly Spiderman.”
We kept
“ So what now?” Trey asked.
“ We radio the rest of your band and get you two on their bus,” Jerry said frankly. “Crosstalk left before we did, but I think your bandmates are behind us. I’m no mechanic, and I have no idea what it’s going to take to get this thing running again, but you have a show tomorrow, and that means you can’t wait around.”
Trey nodded. “Right.”
“ I’ll get in touch with them,” Jerry offered. “You two gather up what you need.”
Trey looked up at me, but I was one step ahead of him. We both returned to the back of the bus where I cleaned up any evidence of the ritual that had just taken place while Trey starting packing the essentials into our suitcases.
“Not the best time for bus-hopping,” he said with a grin.
I shrugged. “Could have been worse. At least we’re done here. How long do you think it will take to get this thing fixed?”
“ Not long, I hope.”
That translated into my packing enough for several days, just in case. I saw Trey glancing longingly at the wine fridge, and I didn ’t have to reach out with my power to know what he was thinking. We couldn’t take any blood with us. Finding a way to keep it cold would be the least of our worries on a bus full of humans. It definitely complicated things.
“ It’ll be okay,” he said out loud, like he was trying to convince himself.
I nodded, trying to do the same. “We’ll figure it out.”
Jerry had set up flashing cones outside to alert oncoming traffic of our location on the side of the highway. He was just stepping back inside when we set our luggage near the door.
“All set?” he asked.
“ We’re good to go.” Trey answered.
“ Your ride should be here any minute.”
It was more like twenty minutes, which wasn ’t a long wait, but I could tell Trey was anxious to get on the road again. He walked me out to the other bus. Chase greeted us at the door from the jump seat. He stood up and gave a little bow.
“ Welcome to our humble abode,” he said with a grin, reaching out his hand for me. I smiled back and took it, letting him help me up the short set of stairs to the main level.
“ There’s nothing humble about these abodes,” I teased as I glanced around. I hadn’t been on this bus, yet, and I was surprised at how different it was from ours. Aside from the jump seat and the driver’s seat, nothing was the same. That made sense, considering there were more of them on this bus, and they probably preferred not to share a big bed in the back like Trey and I did.
“ I’ll get our stuff,” Trey said to me before heading back to our bus.
“ How about a tour?” Chase asked.
“ Why not?” He gestured for me to go first and I slipped past him, taking another step up into the kitchen/dining area.
“ It’s a little roomier when the slide out is out,” he said.
There were two small booth-style tables, one on either side of me. A TV was mounted in the space behind the jump seat. The kitchen center was beyond that on the left, with a long leather sofa directly to my right. The space was pretty narrow, as Chase had pointed out, but that sort of came with the bus territory.
“Bathroom is here,” he said, pointing to a closed door as we moved forward. “We’ve got twelve bunks.”
Twelve bunks seemed like a lot until I saw how small they were. Most of them were holding bags of clothes and other personal belongings. “O’Shea and I threw our luggage on Jonas’s storage bunk for now to clear up some beds for you guys.”
“ Thanks,” I said, suddenly appreciating the luxury of the closet space on our bus.
He opened the curtain on two middle bunks, one on either side of the aisle. “The bedding is all clean. It’s not much, but it works.”
“ At least I don’t have to climb to the top,” I said with a grin.
“ Nah. Jonas sleeps up there, though.” He tilted his head to gaze at the top bunk to the right. “He’s secretly Spiderman.”
We kept
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