Chapter 5 Olly

A strange instant buzzing wakes me from the best dream I've ever had. I reach for my phone on my nightstand, only to feel another pillow. What the? I open my eyes to scan the room, and have some sexy memories kaleidoscope across my mind's eye.

So, it wasn't a dream. My lips tilt up into a rare smile. Damn. I've smiled more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in over two years. Coming to Foggy Basin has already been healing for my soul. Although, I'm pretty sure most of that is thanks to Ezra, rather than the town.

The buzzing starts up again. I flip over and come face-to-face with a beautiful tabby cat lying on the nightstand. "Well, hello pretty kitty," I say.

The purring continues, and I realize why the buzzing sounded so strange. "Is your tummy keeping my phone warm?" Slowly, giving the cat time to think or swipe, I reach out and pet the cat on its head. Tabby purrs even louder. "Hi, little one. Where is your owner?"

The tiny cat sits up and stretches before making its way to my chest and lying on top of me. I chuckle. "How am I going to start my day if I can't get up, huh?" I pet the cat for a few minutes before my phone vibrates again.

I tense, expecting it to be the band manager, but let out a breath when I see it's the band instead.

Dallas: Wtf? Did everyone go to some place called Foggy Basin without me?

Emery: Why? You miss me?

Zayden: Don't worry, this town is cute and all, but way too quiet for you. Everything closes early, and the bar was closed by ten.

Beckett: Wait, I'm not there. Who else is at this Foggy place?

Emery: Me, Zee, and Olly.

Dallas: Seriously? Why no invite? That's cold.

Zayden: Olly and I are visiting with our Aunt Tessy. No idea why Emery had to tag along.

Beckett: As long as you guys are all in one piece and make it back in time for our show tomorrow, I don't really care.

Zayden: Olly will be staying with our aunt to help her out for a bit. Already cleared it with Leslie.

Beckett: Shit. I bet he was pissed. I can't wait till we get rid of that manipulating bastard.

Emery: Have we given much thought to the list of potential managers?

Dallas: I have a few in mind. Will Olly be back in time for our private concerts?

Zayden: Nope. He'll still be with our aunt, helping out. If it changes, he'll let us know.

I appreciate Zayden covering for me. If anything, my aunt is here to help me , not the other way around. However, if I can help her around the house or in her garden, then that would make me feel a million times better.

Dallas: Speaking of Olly, where is he? It's not like him to ignore our texts.

Emery: Someone might have caught our boy's attention.

Beckett: No shit?!

Zayden: It's true. Not Olly's usual type, but an absolute stunner.

Images of Ezra flood my mind. Damn. Have I ever been with someone so beautiful or witty? Ezra had a unique mix of wit, sass, and charm. Zayden wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't my usual type. I was always attracted to bigger, taller, broody men. Ones I used to fight for control with in the bedroom.

I always just assumed that someone submitting in the bedroom would be boring, but Ezra was… playful. He was perfect. Maybe my experience with Oscar has changed me, because if I'm being honest with myself, Ezra is my type.

Tabby continues to purr with her eyes closed, but as soon as I start trying to maneuver her around carefully, she leaps over to the pillow I was lying on and props herself on it. "Aw, I'm sorry, girl. Was I in your spot?"

I swipe my phone camera on and take a selfie with her, only to be disappointed that I can't text it to Ezra. Going by the eerie quiet in the room, I'm assuming Ezra left for the day. A little pang shoots through my chest. Will last night be the last time I ever see him? I briefly remember him saying something about work, but I hope my late-night confession wasn't what chased him out of bed this morning.

After relieving myself in the bathroom and getting dressed, I'm not shocked to find the rest of the apartment empty, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I spot a handwritten note on the kitchen counter.