Night shifts black

“So what does this box do?” I ask, tapping the other rectangle on the desk.

“That’s an interface. It’s going to allow me to hook up the mics and my guitar to the computer so I can add vocals and live guitar to the recording as well.”

“This is crazy.”

“I know. It’s awesome. And see all these buttons and faders?” he asks, pointing to the knobs and sliders on the keyboard. “I can program all of these to control anything I want to. It’s especially valuable when playing live because it allows me to change sounds and trigger what I need right from here instead of messing with my computer.”

I look at him. “But I thought you’re a drummer.”

He smiles. “Yeah, I don’t do this for NSB. Just on my own projects.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“What?” he asks, suddenly shy again.

I smile at him. “Nothing. You just keep surprising me, that’s all.”

He laughs. “Hopefully, good surprises,” he teases, pulling me toward him.

“Oh yeah,” I assure him, sliding onto his lap. It’s so natural, so easy, and I kiss him without even thinking. He kisses me back, and there’s that sudden urgency again. I feel so secure, so sure, in his arms, and wish I’d been bolder earlier in the guest room after my shower. I want him. That much is obvious to both of us. Gosh, right now if I could. I can’t get enough, grasping his collar as I press into him. He seems just as determined, and I love the way his hands hold me against him. It’s pretty obvious how much he wants me, too.

Finally, he pulls back with a grin. “Wow, computers really turn you on, don’t they,” he teases, and I smack him lightly before smothering his easy smile with another kiss, this one completely abandoned.

 

∞∞∞

 

The food arrives shortly after Casey finishes setting up, so we’re forced to take a break from our recording session, not that I was allowing him to get much done anyway. Casey seems disappointed at the interruption, and I’m sure he wouldn’t have stopped to eat if I hadn’t made him.

“So Callie, what’s your story? How’d you and Casey even meet?” Eli asks.

“Uh-oh,” Casey mutters, and we exchange an amused glance.

I rub my hands in anticipation and lean forward. “Well, like I said earlier, it actually started with Luke. Luke and I met at a café and started a breakfast club which Casey crashed one morning.”

“I didn’t crash!” Casey cries, holding up a potato in protest.

“Oh my gosh, Casey, you crashed so hard,” I reply, and the others laugh.

“Dude, you literally crashed it by storming off,” Luke reminds him, and Casey grunts.

“Fine, yeah, but only because you were being a jerk.”

Luke shrugs. “True. But you basically told me that to my face. I mean, you crashed in all its definitions.”

Casey rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

I wave my hand. “Anyway, he eventually came back to hang out, we hit it off, and here we are.”

Eli gives us a skeptical look. “Hang on, breakfast club?” he asks.

Luke nods. “Yup, we met at Jemma’s Café pretty much every day for breakfast.”

“Jemma’s? Isn’t that the place where you stole that chair?”

“I didn’t steal it!” Luke defends. I give him a look, and he shrugs. “Ok, fine. I kind of stole it. Yeah, that place.”

“So what’s with the chair?” Sweeny asks, and I instinctively know that question crosses the line. Luke has been much improved lately, but that’s too far.

He shrugs. “Long story,” he mumbles.

“What about you guys?” I ask quickly, changing the subject, and Luke gives me a grateful look. I return a quick smile, before focusing back on our guests. “I know all about Luke and Casey, but not the mysterious Eli and Sweeny. Are you from Houston, too?”

They shake their heads. “Austin, actually. We hooked up with Luke and Casey about eight years ago.”

I nod. “Gotcha. So Sweeny, you’re lead guitar and Eli…?”

“Bass.”

I nod. “Ok.”

They’re looking at me the way Casey and Luke looked at me in the begi

“She didn’t actually know our music, or anything about us, before she met us,” Casey explains with a snicker.

I roll my eyes. “You’re still hung up on that, huh?” I grunt.

“You tried to convince me you were royalty.”

“Yeah, well, you tried to convince me that I should kiss your feet because you happen to bang buckets with sticks pretty well.”

The others laugh, and Casey gives me a dirty look.

“All drummers think they’re God’s gift. Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Eli assures me.

Casey straightens. “Yeah? Try playing any of our songs without drums. I could track your part in an hour before the show,” he returns, and now it’s Eli’s turn to glare.

“Whatever.”

“Ok, children,” Sweeny jumps in. “You both are super awesome. Can we let this go?”

Casey winks at me, and I shake my head with a smile.

“Ok, so tell us about this song. We’re dying to know what’s got poor TJ all hot and bothered,” Eli says.

Casey’s eyes light up as he leans forward. “Alright, so crazy story. Callie and I were talking the other night, and I saw some poetry she was working on. I’d been playing around with some chords in my head for a while and when I saw her stuff, I just felt it. I don’t know, I knew it was going to work for some reason. Anyway, we’ve been working on it ever since, and I think we’ve got a pretty good start.”

“Yeah?” Eli asks. I can’t read his reaction. “What’s it called again?”

“‘Greetings from the Inside,’” Casey says.

“And what’s it about?”

Casey turns to me, and I swallow at the unexpected spotlight.

I clear my throat. “Um, well, I guess it’s about depression and how you let yourself see a distorted reflection of yourself that becomes reality. It traps you and you can’t overcome it until you learn to recognize the lie.”

They nod, considering my explanation.

“Ok, right on,” Sweeny says, nodding in approval and relaxing in his seat. He turns to Casey. “So is this getting off the ground or what?”

“I’m working on it! I still need a minute. I’ll have something for you by di

They nod.

“Well, then get to work!” Eli cries shooing him away, and Casey mutters something as he pushes himself up from the table.

 

∞∞∞

 

I don’t like that Casey leaves me alone with the others, but realize there’s no way around it. He has work to do, and I’d only be in the way if I followed him. Thankfully, I’m spared the fifth wheel awkwardness when Eli and Sweeny a

“So what do you think?” Luke asks me once we’re alone.

He drops to the couch, and I follow, leaning against the other armrest so I can face him.

“They seem cool. I mean, it’s not like we could really get to know each other in such a short time.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “I meant about Casey in his native habitat. You guys were in there for a while. I know how he gets with his toys.”

“It’s pretty remarkable,” I confess. “I had no idea about any of that stuff. He’s so talented.”

Luke scoffs. “You haven’t even seen him play drums yet. Honestly, people don’t realize that, in a lot of ways, he’s more important to the band than I am. I was just the face. He’s the heart. Our producer would grab him for collaboration before me.”

“He said they almost kicked him out when he refused to do the cable special on you.”