The Housekeeper's Daughter [Elvis]

Chapter 15 - How Could He...?!

"How 'bout tonight?"

"It's too late."

"Tomorrow?"

"We're leaving at six in the mornin' tomorrow. I'll just wait."

She let out a long sigh in defeat. "Okay, okay, fine. But talk to 'im, promise me."

A bit apprehensive, I eyed a pink rose bush across the path from us. That was Elvis's favorite color. "Okay."

We remained there for a little longer, and Allison said out of the blue, "When you talk to 'im, can you ask 'im to give you the number of his drummer from the concert?"

"Why would I ask 'im that?"

"So you can give that number to me. That drummer was a doggone beautiful man."

I cracked a smile. "Oh, Allison..."

We both giggled at that, and she suddenly let out a loud gasp. She shook me hard. "Oh my, look, look! It's Elvis!"

"What?!" I gasped.

I looked to where she was looking, and sure enough, he was coming down the lone pathway into the garden. I quickly ran a hand through my long brown hair. Elvis had his hands in his pockets and a frown on his face. My heart sunk. He wasn't happy at all. Before I could tell Allison to not bother him, she shouted, "Hey, Elvis!"

He looked over at us, and his eyes widened. In the pole light shining, lighting up the area we were in, his eyes looked very blue... and a little red. He came up to us. "Good evenin', ladies."

"Good evenin'!" Allison chirped, and she bounced up from the bench. "Oh my, your concert was absolutely amazin'! Thank you so, so much for gettin' us those tickets and payin' for everythin'!"

I stood up as well. I had no choice. "Yes, thank you so much for doin' all that for us."

He smirked, and my heart pricked when I saw that it seemed forced. "You are very welcome. You all have done a great job keepin' that house of mine afloat. I just wanted to return the favor." He looked at Allison. "And you've become a good friend of mine, so I invited you as well, Allison."

She beamed and put an arm around my shoulders again. "Well, I came as moral support for my best friend here, mainly. Seein' the concert was a perk." I rolled my eyes at that. I was supposed to be the support for her. "And speakin' of which, I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel and hit the hay. I'll see ya in there in a bit, 'kay, Megan?"

Before I could reply, she rushed down the pathway and out of sight. "Oh, Allison..." I said, shaking my head, knowing exactly why she left me alone with him. This was the first time talking to him after what happened between us in his bedroom. My cheeks filled with heat.

"I guess that means I'm walkin' ya back?"

I looked up and met his blue eyes, and I saw that red in the whites of them. Immediately, I asked, "Elvis... what's that matter?"

He indicated the bench, and we both sat down. He let out a sigh. "I guess you've become an expert at knowin' if somethin's the matter with me."

"After knowin' ya for a couple of months, yes."

He looked over at me, but I refused to look at him. "I'm sorry you were forced to go to my concert when you didn't want to."

Was this what was upsetting him? I should be careful with what I say. "I guess... in the beginnin', I was apprehensive, but goin' to one of your concerts was somethin' I wanted to do since I first saw ya on the Ed Sullivan Show four years ago. The concert was pretty amazin', no matter if I know ya or not."