Eye of the Storm (Hudson 3)

He shrugged.

"You can take the kid out of rock and roll, but

you can't take rock and roll out of the kid."

My smile turned into a laugh,

"Okay?"

"Yes," I said. "It's fine."

A moment later I saw Mrs. Bogart look in on

us. The music had drawn her back. Austin saw her.

too. She glared a moment, smirked, shook her head

and walked away.

"Maybe she's not a rock music fan," he said. I laughed.

"Hardly."

He started me on rotating my neck muscles and

he worked me down my body until we reached the

places I couldn't move and then he leaned over me

and gently, gracefully began to rotate them himself. He started to sing along with the music and I

groaned.

"Okay, okay," he said. "Now you know why

I'm a therapist and not a rock star."

"Did Aunt Victoria meet you?" I asked him,

suddenly very curious about this whole arrangement. "Who's your Aunt Victoria? I just was given

my assignment and showed up."

"She prides herself on being right about every

decision she makes. She was told you were the best in

your company. The owner told her so himself." He leaned forward until he was only inches

from my face and he winked.

"My uncle owns it," he said. Then he laughed. I did too. I laughed so hard those familiar tears

came again. only this time. I didn't seem to mind

them.

Not at all.