She turned around, tears spilling from her cheeks. “I waited for you! You were fine in Vegas, but look at you now! What happened? Did you spend time in the tent, too? You probably wouldn’t even remember ifyoudid.”
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t stand being away from you. It was too much. It was torture. I wrote you songs, I thought about you constantly. Please, I fucked up. I let this shit get out of control. Let me make it uptoyou.”
“I…I don’t know,” she said. “I’m so confused right now. I kept grasping for anything from you. Like when Cade called and told me those sweet thingsyousaid.”
“Cadecalledyou?”
Jude felt his anger rise, but maybe it served him right. This was the punishment he deserved for neglecting the most important relationship in his life, the woman heloved.
“Yes, he told me you were sick, but that you talked about me all the time. He said how much youloveme.”
Jude spotted Cade standing by the entrance of The Whiskey, his arms around a couple of groupies. He couldn’t be mad at him for telling his girlfriend he loved her. If anything, it might be the only reason she was still standingthere.
“I’ll make it up to you, Zoey. I promise. Next tour will be different. I swear this will never happenagain.”
He meant every word he said, but he couldn't predict thefuture.