Chapter 10

Once the guys finished their light dinners, they each hit their own dressing rooms for a little down time before having to get ready for the concert. The closer it got to the band taking the stage, the more chaotic it became backstage. While the band was inside their dressing rooms relaxing, the crew was doing the opposite. They were busy running around double checking, sometimes triple checking, everything was ready. The guitars were in place, the white mic stand was placed in the middle of the stage, the keys section was finished, and the kit was perfect.  

 

Meanwhile, Anna, one of the assistants to the band, was inside the makeshift changing room behind the stage setting up. The mini fridge was loaded up with bottles of ice cold water, on a side table there were fresh towels waiting, blow dryers were plugged in, and various shirts hung from a clothes rack sitting in a corner in case the guys, other than Jon, wanted to change their shirts.

 

Finally, it was showtime!

 

Walking down the long corridor towards the stage, the band could hear the crowd “Sounds like a great crowd tonight, boys!” Paul Korzilius, their manager, shouted rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the evening ahead as he walked behind Hugh and David.

 

They were halfway to the stage when John Sr. stepped out of the shadows, a smile on his face as he approached his son, his namesake. “Have a great show, son,” John Sr. said, giving Jon a hug.

 

“Thanks, Pops,” Jon said as he returned the hug.

 

Feeling a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind, Jon smiled. He knew who it was just by one whiff of perfume. 

 

“Hi, Mom.” He folded his hands over hers briefly and chuckled.

 

Giving her son a little squeeze, Carol stepped around Jon so she could see his face. “You go out there and show London what a real concert is like, Jersey style,” she said. Looking over Jon’s shoulder, Carol acknowledged the other men she loved like her own. “That goes for all of you.” She winked. “I have a feeling this is going to be one show none of you will ever forget!”

 

Rolling his eyes, John Sr. put his arm around his wife’s shoulder pulling her to his side. “Careful, sweetheart, we don’t want the boys getting suspicious, do we?” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss on her cheek.

 

Playfully poking her husband in his side, Carol pulled back from his embrace to look at him. “I know, Big John,” she answered, using the nickname she had given him while they were dating. 

 

The guys weren’t even paying attention to the senior Bongiovis, they were psyching themselves up for a kick ass show. Continuing their walk, each band member gave a high-five to assistants, personal roadies, or anyone else standing in the hall before reaching the stage. Jon could hear the roar of the crowd, the walls were literally vibrating from the fans screaming, “WE WANT BON JOVI!!!” 

 

With his famous smirk on his lips, Jon turned to his brothers. “Ready?”

 

“Fuck yeah!” was barely heard above the crowd.

 

Standing in a circle, Jon put his left hand in, one by one, each band member followed suit until all hands were in the pile. “Let’s go rock these motherfuckers!” Jon yelled.

 

As they raised their hands in the air, the guys shouted, “Brotherhood.”

 

The stage was still draped in darkness as each member took their respective spot on the stage. The opening notes of “Raise Your Hands” had the crowd in an immediate frenzy. Women were screaming and shouting for Richie, Jon, Tico, David, with some even shouting for Hugh, and the men in the crowd pounded their fists in the air to the beat of Tico’s drums.

 

On the other side of the Arena, Tracy and Lani were trying to keep the younger kids from bolting out the door when they heard the opening song, they knew their dads had taken the stage. “Mom, I wanna see Dad,” Tabitha practically whined to Tracy.

 

Before long, Rae, Eddie, Savannah, and Leigh Anne were also whining. Isabel shook her head in disbelief at the way the kids were acting.

 

Isabel finished putting a clean pair of jeans on Joseph before she said anything. Standing up from the couch, Isabel had her hands on hips. “Alright, that is enough!” She spoke in a loud, stern voice that immediately grabbed the kids attention.

 

When the room went silent, Isabel spoke. “That’s better. Now if you are all done whining, we might let you go out there. But only if you behave.” She pointed her finger towards the young ones. 

 

“Sorry, Aunt Belly,” came from the kids . 

 

“Does anyone need to use to the restroom before we leave?” Isabel addressed all the children this time. When everyone said they were fine, the women gathered them as they made their way to the door. Lani had just opened the door when Joanne yelled out. “Dammit, hang on, I need to use the restroom.”

 

The kids burst out laughing while Melissa yelled at Joanne’s retreating figure. “No more wine for you, missy.”

 

Minutes later, Joanne returned to the group waiting impatiently by the door. “Let’s go.”

 

With a silly grin on her face, Melissa sidled over to walk next to Joanne. “Can’t handle your liquor anymore, huh? Or is it something else?” Melissa inquired in a teasing tone.

 

Giving Melissa a playful shove out the door, Joanne rolled her eyes. “Shut up, lush. I can handle my liquor just fine. Not so sure about you though.” She giggled, avoiding having to answer the second question.

 

“My bladder is not the one in question here. But just for the record, I can handle my alcohol intake just fine,” Melissa retorted with a chortle. With their arms around each others’ shoulders, the two tipsy women followed the group in front of them.

 

The band was rocking the house with “Wild in the Streets” while security surrounded the families as they made their way to the side area of the stage. Security was making sure that not only the band, but the fans as well, didn’t see the families.

 

After a few close calls with Richie, they finally made it to their destination without being seen. In reality, the only one who had seen the families, and was recording it, was David Bergman. He had been commissioned to photograph and document the tour. 

 

Standing on Richie’s side of the stage, the wives and the kids stood off to the side so they wouldn’t be seen. They anxiously watched the band perform “What Do You Got” as they waited. The guys were completely oblivious to what was taking place next to them.

 

Joanne stood there gazing at her husband. Jon was wearing tight black jeans, that showed off his powerful thighs, a royal blue shirt, with only the last few buttons done up, revealing that beautiful chest, and the sleeves rolled up exposing his gorgeous biceps. Standing there, Joanne watched as her husband seduced the crowd, not just with his body, but with his smile and that sexy voice of his. If this was the circus, her husband would be the Master of Ceremonies. We will see who is seducing who tonight, Joanne thought with a dirty grin.

 

Melissa and Tracy were drawn away from drooling over their husbands as they were trying to keep the kids from charging the stage, even the older ones seemed to be getting antsy.

 

Isabel was fighting to keep a hold of Joseph, who once he had seen his Daddy wanted no part of his mother, while Ava watched in amusement. 

 

Lani went to stand by Joanne, sneaking a peek at her husband as he hit the drums. Turning her attention to Joanne, Lani could tell just from the look on Joanne’s face where her thoughts were. “Get those dirty thoughts out of your mind,” Lani teased with a hip bump to Joanne.

 

“When you wash your dirty mind of thoughts of Teek, then I will do the same with Jon,” replied a grinning Joanne. Both women laughed at the others comments.

 

Ava took mercy on her mom and pulled her brother out of her arms. “Go,” she declared and nodded her head in the direction of her aunts, Joanne and Lani. 

 

With a grateful smile, Isabel joined the other two women. Coming up behind Joanne and Lani, Isabel took a minute or two to rake her eyes over her husband’s form. Richie was wearing faded blue jeans that hugged his ass. Yes, her husband had a nice ass, it just wasn’t as popular as Jon’s, and that suited her just fine. He had on his dark purple button up shirt, and of course in true Sambora fashion, only the bottom two buttons were closed, leaving his chest open for the women to admire. 

 

“What are you two laughing about?” Isabel inquired finally tearing her eyes away from Richie.

 

“Naughty thoughts,” replied Joanne with a small giggle.

 

“Mom, have you seen Bobby or Michael?” Sabrina asked as she stood behind her Aunt Lani.

 

The question brought Joanne’s laughter to a halt. Looking at Sabrina, Joanne turned around to look behind her, she couldn’t see either boy. “They were just here.” She could feel herself starting to panic when both boys came walking around the corner with their Grandma Carol. Ever since they started having kids, Joanne was always fearful for their safety since some fans didn’t understand what boundaries were.

 

Breathing a sigh of relief, Joanne waited until they were standing in front of her before she questioned them. “Where did the two of you run off to?”

 

Looking at each other, Michael and Bobby shrugged their shoulders, each had a sneaky look on their face. “We had to do something.”

 

Joanne was about to ask what, when Bobby pointed to something over her shoulder. “It’s time.”

Chapter 9

Sitting in one of the front row seats with his long legs stretched out in front of him, David was getting irritated. Ever since Jon, then Tico, had left the stage, David had been trying to get a hold of his wife.

 

“Dammit, Tracy, pick up the fucking phone!” David said through clenched teeth.

 

After what seemed like a thousand rings, which in reality were no more than five, Tracy’s voicemail finally kicked over. Taking a deep breath to curb his irritation, David left a short message.

 

“Hi, honey. I just wanted to touch base and see how you and the kids are doing. If you can, give me a call back before the we go on tonight. I really need to hear your beautiful voice, honey. Call me. Give my love to the kids, remember to save some for you too. I love you, Trace.”

 

Hanging up the phone, David scooted his body further down in the seat, resting his curly locks on the back of the chair with his hands folded in his lap. His eyes closed as he listened to Richie sing, “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” by Elvis. Hell yeah, I am! David thought.

 

The last notes echoed around the Arena when Richie realized his phone was vibrating in his front pocket. Giving Lou the signal with his index finger to hold on, Richie slid the phone out of the front pocket of his jeans.

 

“Hey, honey. This is a nice surprise,” Richie said, stepping away from Lou so he could talk in private. Well, as private as you could get with a full crew swarming all over the stage.

 

Since first Joanne, then Lani, received a phone call from their husbands, Isabel decided to call her man.

 

“Hi, handsome. Am I interrupting anything?” She knew damn well she wasn’t.

 

Spotting an empty crate off to the side of the stage, Richie tucked the phone under his chin and shoulder as he hopped up on the crate. “My sweet Bel, you can call anytime.” Just hearing his Bel’s voice had him running hot.

 

“That is not an answer, Sambora,” Isabel gently scolded her husband.

 

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Richie could envision his wife cradling the phone to her ear with one hand, the other hand resting on her hip. A laugh bubbled from his mouth. “The answer is: no, you did not interrupt anything. So please, remove your hand from your hip.”

 

Isabel’s eyes went wide when Richie asked her to remove her hand from her hip. How the hell did he know what I was doing?! Damn, he knows me way too well, Isabel thought as she looked around to make sure he wasn’t spying on her. Now you are being paranoid, Izzy.

 

Richie could practically hear her thinking through the phone. “Yes, Izzybel, I know you very well!” Richie chortled.

 

“Sambora, you stop that right now!” Isabel shrieked. Now he was just spooking her.

 

Hearing his warm laugh come over the line had Isabel wanting to run from the room and not stop until she was wrapped in her husband’s warm embrace. Unfortunately, Isabel knew she couldn’t do that to the kids. She didn’t want to ruin all the planning and hard work they had done for their dads. Hold it together just a little longer, Izzy girl.

 

“See, it wasn’t so hard to give me a straight answer, now was it, baby?” Her voice went soft when she called him “baby”. 

 

“No, Izzybel, it wasn’t hard. Let’s not talk about things being hard, okay, honey?”

 

Isabel choose to ignore the last part of her husband’s comment. “I know you don’t have a problem with me calling anytime, but I didn’t want Jon getting all pissy because I called.”

 

Richie loved it when Isabel called out Jon’s prissy moments, as his wife like to call them. “Honey, if Jon gets pissy because you call me during soundcheck, or interviews, well... he can suck my big cock.”

 

“Oh no, Sambora. The only one who will be enjoying that glorious cock down their throat will be me. Not even the precious Jon Bon Jovi gets that privilege.” Her voice shook with little giggles as she replied.

 

Richie doubled over with laughter, this was exactly what he needed to relax: the sweet and outrageous woman that was his wife.

 

“Izzybel, you don’t know how much I needed that laugh. Thank you, honey. You always know how to soothe this savage beast. You are the light in my soul.” Richie could hear his wife sniffling. “Honey, are you okay?”

 

“I was until you went all mushy on me. Damn you, Sambora. I miss you!” A small sob escaped her heart and passed over her lips.

 

Hearing his Izzybel crying just about tore him in half. Taking a long, deep breath to get his own emotions under control, Richie was very careful with his words, he didn’t want to upset his wife anymore than she already was.

 

“Aww, honey. I miss you and the kids too, more than you will ever know. We have a lot of time to make up for when I come home,” Richie’s voice became laced with pent up desire. “So, baby, be ready cause it’s going to be one sweet reunion.”

 

Hearing that hint of erotic danger in her husband’s voice, Isabel sat down before her knees gave out. “I am counting the minutes, my love.”

 

Hearing voices, Richie looked up to see Jon and Tico on the stage talking. “Bel, I need to go. I will call after the show, okay?”

 

Rubbing her hand over her stomach, Isabel sighed. “Okay, have a great show, honey.”

 

An idea formed in Richie’s head. “Bel, make sure the kids are sleeping when I call.”

 

Her interest was piqued. “What are you planning, Mr. Sambora?”

 

Climbing off the crate, Richie had a wicked smile on his lips. “Just make sure the kids are asleep and you are naked on our bed. Oh, and Bel?”

 

Isabel was having difficulty swallowing. “Yes, Richie?”

 

Richie knew his wife was curious. Now to make her squirm. “Have a few toys out, too. I will let you decide which ones. Gotta run now. Love you, Izzybel,” Richie said as he hung up before his wife could ask him any questions.

 

Isabel sat there holding the phone in her hand as her thoughts went into overdrive. You are a very naughty man, Mr. Sambora. I am one lucky bitch, Isabel thought.

Chapter 8

Tico and David had both observed Jon as he snuck away with his cell phone in his hand. Little fucker is going to call his wife, huh. Well if Jonny can leave during soundcheck, then so can I, Tico thought. With a grin on his face, Tico turned to their keyboard player, David. “Be back in a few,” he said as he slid off his seat.

 

With the door firmly closed behind him, Tico dug into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging from the back of a chair sitting next to the table that contained his personal items. The phone safely clutched in his hand, Tico grabbed a bottled water from the mini fridge before settling himself on the couch near the table. One swift move of his wrist and the call was being connected.

 

Lani and Melissa were talking when Lani heard “Duke of Earl” by Gene Chandler, coming from her bag, her husband’s ringtone. Reaching inside her bag, Lani pulled out her phone and hit the accept button on the screen.

 

“Hola, cariño (Hello, my darling),” Lani greeted her husband in spanish.

 

A deep, rich voice laughed. “Hola, querida. (Hello, my dear).”

 

Placing her hand over the receiver so Tico couldn’t hear her talking, Lani turned to Melissa. “Can you do a favor for me?” Melissa nodded in an affirmative way. Lani continued, “Can you get one of the boys to keep Sam occupied while I am talking to T?”

 

Melissa stood up and put her hand on Lani’s shoulder. “ Take your time,” then she walked away.

 

Lani watched Melissa walk away before directing her attention back to her phone call. “Sorry, honey, I had to turn the TV down.” She prayed he would believe her little white lie.

 

“Are the kids watching cartoons?” Tico asked. He could picture Sam and Tia sprawled out on the living room rug, hands tucked under their chins, feet crossed at the ankles as they laughed over one of their favorite shows.

 

Glancing over towards Sam, Lani smiled. “Sam is playing a videogame with a friend, and Tia is sleeping.”

 

A smile formed on the drummer’s face. “Does that mean that I have my wife’s undivided attention?” Tico asked in a teasing tone.

 

“Yes, you have my complete attention, well, for the moment anyway.” Lani laughed.

 

She could hear a sigh come from her husband. “You know as well as I do that everytime we try for a little phone entertainment, something, or someone, gets in the way. For me, it’s the kids. For you, it’s Jon.”

 

As much as he hated to admit it, Tico knew his wife was right, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. “I know, Kailani, I know. That’s not the only reason why I called, though,” Tico replied in a playfully hurt tone.

 

“Are you sure?” Lani’s voice held a tinge of doubt.

 

With a full laugh, Tico knew he had been caught. “Okay, so maybe I was hoping we might have a little love connection over the phone. Can’t blame me for trying, can you, Kailani?”

 

Her body shaking with laughter, Lani took a moment to catch her breath. Taking, slow, easy breaths, Lani finally got herself back under control. “No, honey, I don’t. But love connection, really?!”

 

“See what happens when I hang around Curly Q?” Tico laughed.

 

After a few more minutes of laughter, Tico and Lani discussed the kids, and a little bit about the show. Nothing serious though, they wanted to keep their conversation on the light side. Before ending the call, Tico reminded his wife to pick a vacation spot. Lani assured him she already had a place in mind.

 

“I better go before Jon sends out a search party for me.” Tico knew how Jon was when it came to show days. No one left his sight, not even Obie, or Tony. Yes, Jon was that anal about everybody sticking close together. 

 

Lowering her head, Lani took a deep breath. “I know, honey.Have a great show, and remember, the kids are going to call you tomorrow.”

 

“I am looking forward to it.” His voice held a touch of sadness.

 

“I miss you, T,” Lani whispered into the phone, not even sure her husband heard her.

 

“Get some rest, my love. Kiss the kids for me. I love you, Kailani,” Tico softly said, then he hung up.

 

Needing a minute to compose himself, Tico took a couple of large drinks from his water bottle, as he continued to sit on the couch, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other clutching the water bottle.

 

Jon had walked back to the stage area, noticing he had a little spring in his walk. Damn that woman is good for my soul, Jon thought. Taking the steps two at a time, Jon hit the stage with renewed energy. He was ready to finish soundcheck, then grab some dinner and relax with his brothers before hitting the stage tonight.

 

Stepping on stage, Jon was surprised by what he saw, or rather what he wasn’t seeing. The stage was empty, no band, no crew running around, nothing, nada. With his hands on his hips and his mouth set in a grim line, Jon turned to the only person he could see working, Obie. Walking over to his microphone, Jon called for Obie’s attention.

 

“Hey, Obie. Where the fuck is everybody? We haven’t finished with soundcheck yet.” Jon’s arms made a sweeping motion to the empty stage, irritation showing in his voice.

 

Without even looking up at Jon, Obie shrugged his shoulders as he continued with his task. “Not the babysitter.”

 

Normally a comment like that would have sent him into a hissy fit, at least that was what his kids called it. His phone chat with his wife had left him feeling relaxed, so he ignored Obie’s remark. Choosing instead to put his time to better use, Jon found a pen and notebook, he had a song running through his head.

 

“Might as well try and get this on paper,” Jon mumbled to himself as he perched his butt on a stool by David’s keyboards.

 

Returning to the stage, Tico found Jon sitting next to David’s keyboards, his butt plastered on a stool, a pen in his hand with a notebook perched on his lap.

 

“Hey, man. How are Joanne and the kids?” Tico asked the man he considered to be his little brother.

 

Giving Tico a quick glance, Jon continued with his writing. “They are doing okay, not great, but okay. How are Lani and the kids?”

 

Lifting his shoulders in response, Tico just stood there for a minute watching Jon write. “Doing about as well as your family is.”

 

Jon just nodded.

 

“Man, I wish we were heading home after the show tonight.” Tico’s voice had a ring of loneliness to it.

 

Raising his head, Jon looked at the man he had called brother for almost thirty years. “Me too, Teek, me too.” Jon slapped Tico on the shoulder as he walked past him heading back to his drums.

Chapter 7

While Richie was working out a few kinks with Lou, Jon took the opportunity to sneak away to call his wife. He was in need of some lovin’ that only his woman could provide.

Finding an empty room near the stage, Jon turned the door handle as he hit the button that would connect him with his sweet Jojo. Shutting the door behind him, Jon allowed himself a few precious moments of privacy and peace and quiet as he slid into a chair by the door with his phone firmly pressed to his ear. A few rings and the line was picked up.

“Well, hello there, Blue Eyes.” The soft sultry voice of his woman had him smiling already.

“You know I never get tired of hearing you call me that?” To the rest of the world, there would only ever be one true “Ol’ Blue eyes”, Frank Sinatra. But to his Jojo, he was her “Blue Eyes”. 

“I hope not, since I plan on using that nickname for many years to come, my love,” Joanne assured her husband.

 “I am going to hold you to that, Jojo. How’s my baby doing?” Tenderness showed in his voice whenever spoke with her, or about her.

Hearing the tenderness had her blood pumping, but it was the loneliness in his voice that had the ache inside of her growing. “Keeping busy while I count down the minutes until I feel those sexy lips on mine.” The reality of it hit her right then, in a matter of a few hours she would be able to do just that.

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his head back against the wall. The thought of his wife in his arms, tasting those sweet luscious lips had his cock growing with need and want. “Jojo.” His voice held just a slight warning.

“Yeah, Jonny,” she answered in a breathless whisper.

 “God baby, I wish you were here with me right now.” Jon groaned as he ran his hand over his bulging cock.

 Hearing the groan, Joanne slipped inside a small room towards the back. Quietly closing the door behind her, Joanne sat on the only piece of furniture in the room, a small couch that would barely fit two people.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Worry was etched in her words.

Jon could hear the concern in her voice, he didn’t mean to worry her. “I’m fine, sweetheart, just missing my girl.”

Joanne knew he was not telling her the truth, partly because he had a show to do, which meant they were on borrowed time. The other reason was he didn’t want her to worry about him.

“We will have our talk time soon.” 

“Looking forward to that more than you know, Jojo.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

After they put the kids to bed tonight they would talk, they would climb into bed with a glass of wine, snuggle under the covers and talk about their days like they had been doing for years. It was something they had started doing back when Jon was out on the road back in the early stages of his career and their relationship, even when the band took off, they had continued the ritual. When the kids started coming along, they waited until after they were tucked in for the night before climbing into their own bed.

 He needed a diversion from where Jojo’s soft voice was having his body telling his mind where to take this conversation. “How are the kids? Are they minding their mama? Or do I have to play ‘mean Dad’ when I see them?” he asked and chuckled.

 A tiny giggle slid past her lips. “Our angels? Please, you know they mind their mama. They only misbehave for their dad.”

For the most part, the statement was true. When it was just her and the kids they would be on their best behavior, or at least give it their best shot. Now when Jon was home, that was completely different. All bets were off then! The kids loved to get him all riled up for no reason at all sometimes, then sit back and watch when he would get frustrated with them, especially if they did something wrong and he was trying to decide on how to punish them! 

A smile formed on his lips when thinking of their kids. “Yeah, the little hellions love giving me a hard time. Damned if I don’t miss it!”

As one particular memory popped in his head, Jon began to laugh. “Baby, do you remember when Michael was around six years old and Bri was maybe, oh man, I don’t know around three or four years old and we bought her that doll that danced and walked?” 

 “I remember,” Joanne said with a grin.

“Remember when Michael took it from her and ripped the head off of it right in front of Bri?” His voice rose in excitement with the memory.

 “Yes and he tried to put the head on his hamster!” Laughter bubbled out of Joanne as she could still see the look of horror on Bri’s face like it was yesterday. “I thought for sure she was going to have a fit when he did that! But she didn’t!”

“She got her revenge, remember?” His voice held a hint of teasing to it.

Joanne shuddered at the memory. “ Oh, I remember alright.”

 Somehow Bri had managed to put close to 100 worms in Michael’s bed that night without being seen. When Michael went to climb into his bed that night, the scream that came out of not only his mouth, but hers as well, could have risen the dead. While Jon cleaned up the worms, Joanne was trying to calm a terrified six year old boy as well as herself. During the entire incident Bri never came to see what was going on. Nope, she asleep in her bed with a tiny smirk on her face.

“I still say Bobby helped her collect those disgusting things and put them in Michael’s bed.” She shivered as the image of those wiggly things ran through her mind.

 “Sweetheart, when I heard those screams I almost broke my neck running down the hall. But the look on your face when I ran in the room? Now that was priceless!”

“Gee thanks, baby, I love you too.” 

 “Aww, come on now, Jojo, you know I am only teasing.” His voice dripped with honey. A knock on the door had Jon frowning. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” he yelled to the person standing on the other side of the door.

Joanne had heard the knock. “Guess that means our stroll down memory lane is over, huh, baby?” 

 Giving a big sigh, Jon slowly raised himself out of the chair. “Yeah, it does. I promise we will stroll down memory lane again when I get home. And we will make more beautiful memories as well. Right now I got to get back to work. I think I left the guys alone long enough.”
 
Joanne giggled. “Leave those four alone for too long and god knows what trouble they will get into.”

 “Baby, are you drinking?” Jon inquired.

 “ Maybe?” She giggled again.

“Yep, you’re drinking.” He chuckled.

“How can you tell if I am drinking, Blue Eyes?” Again she giggled.

“Because, baby, when you get tipsy, you giggle.” Another giggle filled his ear. These were the times when he hated that his mistress took him away from his lover. Here he was thousands of miles away and she was ripe for the taking. “ Fuck!” 

Joanne chose to ignore the “Fuck!” comment. “Alright, baby, have a great show tonight. I miss you, Blue Eyes.” Her eyes misted over. 

“Jojo?” Jon whispered. 

“I’m here, Jonny.” Her knees went weak as his voice had her longing to be in his arms.

  “I love you, sweetheart.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond he just hung up.

  She held the phone tightly against her chest as silent tears fell from her eyes. “I love you, Blue Eyes.”