twenty four hours later

Twenty-four hours later, we were in San Francisco. Technically the concert was at the San Jose HP Pavilion, but close enough.

Shanna’s flight didn’t get in until later in the day, so we didn’t see her until right before the show. We were all hanging out in the ready room, eating filet mignon and Big Macs, when one of the security guys popped his head in.

“Hey, Mr. Kane, there’s a woman out here says you flew her in from New York?”

“Shanna, is that you?” Derek shouted.

“Hell yeah!” echoed around the corner.

She came in the room like a giant ball of energy, shrieking happily as she jumped into Derek’s arms. He twirled her around, and she laid a big kiss on his cheek.

“Careful, somebody’ll get jealous,” he said, and shot me a little smirk.

He was right. Even though I knew it was harmless, the green-eyed monster still dug its claws in me pretty good.

She was dressed in typical Shanna fashion – meaning, hot to trot. She wore skin-tight Daisy Dukes that hugged her ass, cute little brown boo