flamegirl: I only have one line. Give me a moment to disconnect.
Slowly she picked up the phone. God her hands were shaking. She was actually going to be calling Howie's cell phone. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to dial the number he'd given her. After a moment she heard the quiet ringing on the other end of the line and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
To her surprise, she didn't have to wait long before she heard the click of the phone being answered and heard his wonderfully smooth voice. "Rachel?"
"Yes, this is Rachel, Howie," she said quietly, trying her darnest to subdue her accent a bit. She was a bit at a loss as to what to say next, so she opted for small talk. "How's Charlotte?"
"Well, I'm tired. It was a long show tonight, and we haven't really had time to see much of the city. It's crazy, I've toured all over the world, but mostly what I can tell you is that hotel rooms are pretty much the same anywhere. Thank you for calling. Thank you for trusting me."
"Well... sure, I mean, once you said your sister died of lupus I wondered...I'm, um, a fan."
"Thanks!" said Howie smiling. "Now, flamegirl, what do I need to do to convince you to chuck your comfy life wherever you are and hit the road with me? I really am fired up about the idea of the book. My life story till now, with a lot about Caroline, you know? Well?"
Rachel bit her lip. The truth of the matter was, after the article she was trying to write that night she was unemployed, and the bills were stacking up big time. But... to up and go on tour with Howie? What the hell! This was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
"Rach? I don't hear that pretty southern accent of yours so I assume you're thinking about it." Howie flipped over on his back. He LOVED her voice. It was so sexy. No that... "Listen, This a job, OK? I'll pay you... what, I don't know what writers make, but I pay you twice that. Three times. And of course travel and board would be included. Meet me at least, will you? I have tomorrow off here in Charlotte. Can I fly you here? Please flame?"
Rachel shivered when he said her online nom. God, that voice... "Well...I guess a meeting couldn't hurt," she gave in.
"Fantastic," he grinned to the phone. "Just tell me where you are and I'll have our travel agent set up a flight for you," he insisted.
"Truth is I'm only a couple of hours away in Raleigh," she admitted. "I could probably get there just as quick driving and save you one more thing to do.," she insisted. "What time tomorrow?"
"How about dinner? Here at the hotel? It's rather upscale, so we wouldn't be disturbed eating at one of the restaurants. And we'll get you a room so you won't have to drive back. Would that be ok? That way there'd be no rush. We can take as much time as we would need to decide if you are going to agree to this," he assured her.
Rachel was speechless. "Ok," she agreed quickly. "What hotel? Or should you email it to me in case the teeny boppers are listening in to your cell phone calls?" she joked sweetly.
Howie couldn't help but smile. "I'll email it to you, then you can get directions."
"Sounds good," she sighed, then yawned. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" she apologized. "Didn't mean to yawn in your ear. It's just been a long day attempting to write something I'm totally not into," she explained. "I think I need to turn in and just give up until tomorrow. Oh, let me give you my cell number in case you need to get me and I'm not online," she told him, giving him the number. "I better go before I fall asleep right here. It was nice talking to you Howie," she said quietly.
"Likewise, Rachel." said Howie, smiling, "I'm looking forward to meeting you. Thank you so much. Sweet dreams."
"Bye." Rachel said, sighing as she hung up the phone.
Howie leaned back in his bunk. Rachel Walker. What a voice! He wondered what she looked like.
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