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RAE
Three days later
“Is this leaking?”
I can’t make out Harrison’s face because it’s pressed near the canvas roof of our tent.
I zip the door closed, shutting out the evening coolness following an afternoon of exploring. “We’ll be fine. We’re in the desert. It’s not raining tonight, and this is the best tent the outfitter had.”
Exploring places we’ve never had a chance to go is the perfect way to spend a week with the man I love. Especially because he’s seen so much and it’s hard to impress him.
“You realize Ash will never let you live this down,” I tease lightly as he gives up on his leak inspection and crosses to me.
“Taking my wife to the desert for our honeymoon? It’s what she wanted.”
He says it as if I’d proposed swimming with crocodiles.
My mouth twitches as I tilt my chin up at him. “I wanted to see you in those clothes.”
Tailored khakis and a linen shirt rolled to the elbows is as close to hiking chic as I could get Harrison.
It’s less James Bond, more Indiana Jones.
As I told him the night of our wedding I’m not ready for kids. But seeing my husband like this, I’m down with the practicing.
Lots of practicing.
My expression has him taking a new interest in my outfit too. He drags me to the air mattress, grabbing at my white T-shirt and denim shorts as he pins me under him. “Take these off.”
“Take them off, please.” I reach for the buttons on his shirt, my fingers hovering.
“Take them off, my darling wife, so that I can fuck you until you howl loudly enough to draw every coyote in the state.”
Hard to argue with that.
We go to work on each other’s clothes, tugging and tearing in concert.
Until a noise outside has my head snapping toward the door.
Harrison’s off me in an instant, crossing to the door in only his pants.
“Probably Jax, still irritated that I changed the basis of my pitch at the last minute.” He sticks his head out of the tent.
I follow him out. “Why did you?”
He paces the campsite, a flat stretch surrounded by cacti and rocks, inspecting for the source of the sound. “The musicians are young. They don’t need the added pressure of performing at international venues. However, I offered to use the club in LA to run camps in the summer.”
Deciding we’re not in imminent danger, he rests on one of the rocks to take in the sunset.
“It’s brilliant,” I say and mean it.
We both know how easy it is to get caught up in the industry when you're young. Better to have good people around you so when it happens, you have a chance to hold on to who you are.
“I’d love to help. Annie too.”
My friend seemed only too happy to take the late-night slot I gave up for the Women in Music initiative in New York this week. Tyler went to support her, and though he couldn’t be in the audience, I got a photo of him and Rose watching from the hotel.
