“Hey, have you had breakfast yet?” I ask Ashlynn the moment she picks up the phone. I’m pretty sure by the groans in the van, my bandmates want to kill me, but they are just going to have to deal with it. Normally, when we stay overnight in a motel after a gig, we have a late check-out, but I woke up early, eager to get back and spend the day with my girl. I’d gotten them all out of bed, promising they could sleep in the van, so when I used the hands free to call Ashlynn, I tried to keep my voice down as much as possible.
“No, it’s been kind of a slow start this morning,” she says in a sleepy voice. It’s eight o’clock, so I’m not entirely sure if I woke her up or not. “Are you back already?”
“Not quite,” I grin at the hopeful tone in her question. “We’re on the way, though. I can come
