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“Cool,” she muttered to herself. A thought occurred to her and she spun back around. “Hey, Asa?” she called, shoving her fingers into her hair and stopping when it reached the knot on the crown of her head.
“Yeah?”
“Um…” Shit. How should she ask this question?
Asa set down another box and straightened, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s up?”
“Do you…uh…” Oof, this was weird. Even though it shouldn’t be weird. Which made it weirder. “Did you tell your girlfriend you were moving?” There. Her voice hadn’t been squeaky at all. Shut up.
His eyelids dropped low over those dark brown almost black eyes. The pause between them stretched so long that she wondered if maybe she hadn’t asked the question out loud.
“Don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, voice neutral.
“Oh.” She swallowed and tried to run her hand through her hair again. And again was stopped by her topknot. His eyes flicked from her face to the top of her head and his lips twitched. “I’m going to start taking the guitars down.”
He nodded once, glancing behind her, and then disappeared inside the closet again.
All right, Zara. No big deal.
If she wasn’t such a chicken shit, she would have asked why he hadn’t ever texted her back. Having a girlfriend made the most sense. But he didn’t have one. He just didn’t want to text her back.
That was fine.
This was all. Fine.
She double checked the latches on the guitar cases before starting the trek to the truck. Counting as she went, and ogling the instruments a bit as well, she found that Asa had an amazing collection. Of the electrics she counted; two very used Fender Stratocasters, three Les Pauls, an ancient but well cared for Rickenbacker 360, two Ibeniz RGs. Of the acoustics were, twoMartins; one more used than the other. He only had two bass guitars: a Fender jazz and a Rickenbacker 4001.
“For a self-proclaimed bass player, you sure don’t have very many bass guitars,” she remarked, flipping the locks closed on the last case in the room.
A ghost of a smile graced his lips and his eyes crinkled at the sides. “I don’t know what to tell you. I guess I just know what I like in a bass. I don’t need other options.”
She snickered and stood up, bringing the last bass with her. “Well, don’t be surprised when I come knocking on your door begging to play with your collection.” She didn’t stick around to see his reaction as she hoofed it out the door and down the stairs.
Cas took the last bass from her when she reached the street.
“I’ll take these over to the house and be right back,” he said.
“Do you want me to come with you to unload them?” she asked.
He gave her a look like he thought she was ridiculous.
Okay then.
Devan pulled to a stop at the curb in an identical SUV with blacked out windows. Wait. They had two vehicles? How had she not noticed that before?
Devan opened the back and one of the side doors, revealing she’d removed the middle and back seat for more room.
“You guys are the best, you know that?” Zara remarked.
Devan winked at her and then headed into the house to start loading boxes.
It didn’t take more than thirty minutes for the three of them to finish loading Asa’s possessions.
“Is that it?” Zara asked, walking through the house that really didn’t look comfortable. Poor Asa had been living in a construction site for months. No wonder he was grumpy.
“Of my meager belongings? Yep.”
Devan finished typing something out on her phone and snapped her fingers at Asa. “You have vehicle?” she asked in her thick Russian accent.
