There's so much Ryan wants to know, needs to know, but apparently this isn't the time as he becomes distracted by the enormously long bridge, and whatever chance he had seems to evaporate. See what's going on with Ryan and Ben in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Then don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
In Pieces #9 (4.1)
So much for having a quiet conversation with Ben. By the time Ryan managed to stop freaking out about the damn bridge, they were already across it and the conversation had veered to other things. Mostly the band. He learned this was going to be Salvation’s first actual tour. They’d played in various small venues in the South—mostly small clubs and private parties— but there’d been nothing as organized as this. Things had changed once they’d gotten a manager. This tour was to support the release of their first CD, which was being produced by a small Indy label.
“I’m impressed,” Ryan said. “Looks like all your dreams are coming true. “
“Now you’re here, they are,” Ben said, flashing Ryan a confident smile. Ryan’s cheeks heated. Nothing had changed, apparently. Ben still had the ability to make him blush the way no one else could. Not even Cassie, although not because she didn’t try. It just wasn’t the same as when Ben did it.
Ryan cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on something other than Ben’s hand on his knee. Change in subject definitely in order. He needed to remember this was a job, not just a joyous reunion. “When I was looking up the band on the Internet, I was surprised to find you don’t have a website. Have you ever thought about making one? People need to know who you are, where they can find you, you know? You need to have a presence.”
“I know, I know.” With a sigh, Ben turned away from Ryan, taking back his hand. His gaze was fixed somewhere outside the cab. Fascinating scenery or avoidance?
Had Ryan said something wrong? Struck a nerve of some kind? He scooted closer to Ben, until their legs touched. “Ben…”
“There’s so much you don’t know,” Ben said, turning his crystal blue gaze on him. “Things you can’t know…”
“You can tell me anything,” Ryan assured him. He reached for one of Ben’s hands, clasped in both of us. He sensed there was something important that Ben needed to say, that he needed to hear. “I’m here for you. I’m here to stay…”
The cab gave a sudden lurch, throwing them back against the seat, as the driver pulled off the road and headed down a long drive. Ryan had long lost track of their surroundings, too focused on Ben to notice where they were. Apparently they’d arrived at their destination. And just that quickly, Ben closed up. He flashed Ryan a radiant smile, any sign of his previous distress gone. Had Ryan read too much into those few words? He didn’t think so.
He hadn’t known what to expect, to be honest. This mansion looked as though it came directly out of Gone With the Wind. He wouldn’t have been surprised if they were greeted by a Southern belle in hoop skirts, carrying a mint julep.
“This is Cameron’s house?” Ryan asked once they’d exited the cab and Ben paid the driver.
“This is it,” Ben confirmed. “Looks like the twins beat us here.” He nodded to a dark blue luxury sedan parked on the curved drive just in front of the house. “Guess Cameron went out. I don’t see his pickup anywhere.”
Ryan arched a brow. “He has a car like that and he drives a pickup?”
“He’s an unusual man.” Ben grinned. “Real down home, if you know what I mean. You’ll see when you meet him.”
“C’mon, let’s go in and I’ll show you around.” Taking Ryan by the hand, he led him inside.
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