At the door, she paused and whispered to him, “Don’t leave me on my own with him, okay.”
“Deal.” He whispered back and held open the door for her to enter.
Isabelle stood up and waved to get their attention and they made their way over.
“What happened to your foot?” James asked, as he eyed the hand Mick had on her hip, as he helped lower her onto the bench seat.
“It’s just a sprain. I thought I was only going to do a short walk so decided to leave the crutches at home, but I twisted it a bit back in the alley.” She played it down so Isabelle didn’t feel bad for reinjuring her friend.
“Oh, that’s terrible. I guess it’s lucky you won’t be doing any shows for a little while.” Isabelle said, “I was talking to Franz yesterday and he was thinking about going ahead with the Paris show but t
