Chapter 139 2Rolling

• The bus pulled away from the loading dock while the rain was still coming down hard.
• Eloise felt the shift in the engine through the seat. Outside, the arena lights slid past the tinted windows and disappeared. Inside, the air stayed warm and close. Franklin sat across from her again, his long legs stretched out, water bottle loose in one hand. Somewhere toward the back of the bus a door shut and low voices murmured. The bassist had not come back.
• “So,” Franklin said. “Six shows. That’s not casual.”