Chapter Eight
Buddy lay in what looked like a modified hospital bed. He patted a seat next to him, and Emmy sat down.
“Nice of you to arrange such fine entertainment for the flight,” Bullhorn said.
“Your lucky day,” Buddy replied.
The stewardess asked Emmy what she wanted to eat and drink. As the young woman mentioned a few dishes, the singer realized she was starving. She ordered a chicken club sandwich and water. “You can’t have alcohol,” she said to Buddy.
“So? That shouldn’t stop you.”
“Gotta stay sober to take care of you.” She chuckled.
“She comin’ to stay with you?” Bullhorn asked, resting his elbows on his massive knees.
Emmy nodded. “He needs someone to look after him for a few days.”
“Does he know all the rules?” Griff Montgomery asked, from across the aisle.
She smiled
