Chapter 17

Her heart was thundering in her chest as she led the way to the living room. Somewhere deep inside she was kicking herself for telling him the truth. She should have remained silent, gave him some oddball name like George, and let him think he was just a loner nobody. Adam said he was immortal now, not just pre-immortal, which means he had died. She knew it wasn’t something that had happened with people witnessing it or it would have been all over the news. For god sakes just 15 years ago he had cut his hair and had it blasted all over the news. Had he died that would have been on CNN, MSN, and every other channel all over the thousands of music and news channels of the world.

She should have evaded telling him; that way she could have kept him around longer, convinced him they were together, and regained all she lost but she was a decent woman. Decent women didn’t just steal a man from his family, especially his children. She wasn’t sure how this would play out, but lying to him, no matter how badly she wanted too, was not an option.

As she reached the living room she ushered Jon over to the desk in the corner and motioned for him to sit. Opening her laptop she quickly flipped it open and connected to the web. Leaning over his shoulder she swiftly typed in the address for the Google search and placed his name in the search area. Hitting enter she stood and watched his face as the hit counter on his name hit 21 million plus.

Glancing up at her, he almost shivered. She smelled so damned good oddly enough with an odd mixture of light sweat and some citrus like musky smell. He ached somewhere deep inside to brush his fingers over the skin and bury his nose in her hair. It was silky soft as it brushed against his cheek. He was afraid of her but he wanted her and that desire had his tight jeans feeling even tighter. Oddly enough that resonated deep within him, like it was supposed to be, like he was supposed to feel that way. Each breath she took brushed over his neck like a siren call, urging him to act. With an act of inner strength he turned his mind from his thoughts and looked at the computer, a bit of fear and curiosity mixed flowing through him.

Reaching for the mouse she opened a tab for images and his bands Official site.
‘There ya are Rock Star, any and everything anyone ever wanted to know about Jon Bon Jovi,” she paused a moment, “well at least all that they want to let the public know, and a few places that … well lets not discuss that right now shall we?” She grinned as he placed his hand on the mouse and started clicking links. The look on his face as he found pictures from the early 80’s was priceless.

“Oh my fucking God, did I REALLY, is that REALLY, nah you’re shitting me, that ain’t me, IS IT?” He glanced her way.

“Yep, Rock Star, in all your hair metal glory. It is you.” She laughed softly. “You were a stylish man back then you know. Everyone wanted to dress that way.”

He shook his head, evident bemusement in his eyes. “Well we were all nuts then.”

He turned back to the computer; his eyes alternately speeding through an image, stopping to read some caption, or even some video that happened to pop up. They were good he had to give the band that, heck he was a decent singer and writer it seemed, although he couldn’t remember a stitch of any of it and for some odd reason didn’t really want to remember. He read of his 18 year marriage, his four kids, and couldn’t recall them, his friends his good deeds, his business, everything he could find, and none of it spoke to his soul. The next link had him glued to the screen, for there in front of him was a picture of a very young Jon and a girl, and she was the spitting image of the woman standing behind him.



“That’s you! Well someone who looks damned like you.” He studied the faded picture intently for a few moments. “No that’s definitely you.”

Her gaze fell to the picture on screen. Damn she couldn’t believe that picture had found its way to the web 21 years after being taken, and of course he had to find it. Gritting her teeth she forced herself again to continue with the truth. “Yes, it’s me.

Jon shook his head. “Damn you haven’t changed a bit. You look exactly the same as the picture.”

Adam piped in at that moment, “Good clean living and immortality. Can’t beat it with a stick Rock Star.”

Jon, showing great restraint, ignored the man and continued to study Amelia. “We look pretty happy there, but obviously we ended up apart. Why?”

Amelia just shook her head. “I can’t talk about it Jon, at least not right now. Maybe another day we will.” Reaching over him she powered down the computer. “We have more to concern ourselves with right now. Things you have to decide, things we have to do. The past is dead and gone right? Let’s concentrate on the present.”

Jon smelled a story in those words but decided to let her slide for now. He was, one way or the other, going to figure out why her picture and her scent could rouse more in him than thousands of other images and words could. She was right though, and oddly enough it felt as if it wasn’t the first time. He had decisions to make, a life to remember, and not much time to get it done in.