Chapter 24

Eleven days had crawled by and David was the nastiest the band had ever known him to be, even after his divorce he wasn’t this bad. Ever since he’d woken up the following day and found Lucky had left in the night. Then there was the moping, sniping and the sighing, they’d about had enough of it.

He’d gone a little mad at the time, he’d run to the front desk when he got no answer at her door, to be told she’d checked out, and no they wouldn’t give out her home address, they didn’t care who he was. Even getting Jon to beg didn’t work, from that day on the only place he saw her was in his dreams, or nightmares, she’d smile at him and he’d walk towards her, only for her to disappear just as their fingers touched.

They’d even, after Mike had a brain wave, rung Virgin and tried to get her contact details from them, they were met with the same thing, sorry no can do!

Richie had asked David what had happened they’d seemed to be hitting it of. He’d told them he thought it was going to fast and they needed to take it slower, and he’d tell her at brunch. Tico had asked him if he’d told Lucky any of that, or just walked away from her without a hint he wanted to see her again. David had started to say of course he’d made it clear he wanted to see her, and then stopped himself, thought about it, his jaw had gone slack and he’d gone white. That was all they needed to know he’d not said a word to her and she must have thought he didn’t want her.

David sat for ages cursing himself, before trying to come up with ways to find her again.

They’d tried everything before they flew to Amsterdam later that day. From Brussels they’d tried Googling her name, then used a UK phone book to track down L James, there were loads. Mike and Mark had the unfortunate task of ringing every single L James in the book; none of them knew Lucky’s phone number was ex-directory.

By the time they’d travelled to Helsinki, Oslo, Denmark and back into Glasgow, he had all about given up ever finding her again.

Now they were in Manchester and he was still no closer to finding her again, fuck!

Meanwhile, miles away Lucky was dithering. She’d got tickets for nearly all the Jovi shows in the UK, but she was humming and haring about going. She loved their music, but didn’t know if she could stand seeing David again.

For over a week she’d hidden herself from people, her friends wondered what had happened but she just said she feeling under the weather, and she’d be fine.

Yeah they didn’t believe that at all, she’d lost weight, and looked like she’d not been sleeping at all, circles ran under both eyes.

When she’d come out of hiding they’d tutted when she finally told them she’d met someone, but found he wasn’t what she thought he was.

Now here she stood, debating with herself whether to go or not.

She was dressed to go; being warm she’d pulled on faded jean and a white wife beater, cowboy boots and a Shady Brady she’d brought back from America on one of her visits. There was no reason to go over the top this time, she’d not won a backstage pass, and if she had, she’d have given it away! But she just couldn’t seem to get her ass out the door and onto her bike.

She closed her eyes, her bike; she’d not ridden it since she’d got home. All the way back she’d found David’s ghost holding onto her tightly, his hard body melded to her back as she took the twists and turns. She’d got off on shaky legs, put it in the garage and not gone near it since.

She checked her watch; if she was going she had to go now. Sighing she pulled on her leather jacket and grabbed her keys, the ticket and cash in her jeans pocket with her cell. She went into the garage and strode to her baby, running her hand over the pillion seat where David had sat; she yanked her hand away cursing her weakness! She threw her leg over, started it and took off, hitting the automatic door close. Well she wasn’t turning back now! And damned if his ghost was still there, clinging to her! Shit it was going to be a long drive.