Designer: Q Designs
Scheduled to release: October 17, 2017
Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.
The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.
At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.
You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.
And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.
Two days later I woke up suddenly and to an angry knock on the front door. I pulled myself from the couch, which had eaten my left leg, and limped to the door while the feeling worked its way back in. Opening the door, fully expecting to see Lexi, I saw a pissed off Reid instead. He jaw twitched as he looked me over. The sun had wrecked him during the short walk from his apartment, and his face dripped with evidence, but his eyes didn’t waver, even as fresh perspiration dripped from his lashes. He was mad, and it looked damned good on him. He gripped the hand that massaged my dead leg and turned it palm-side up before he shoved in some cash.
“I was just trying to help,” I pleaded.
He leveled me with his livid stare before he turned his back and made his way down the stairs. “I’m not the one sleeping on my sister’s couch. Get your own life.”
“Touché,” I called after him. “And the truce is officially over!”
“Fine by me,” he huffed as he took the stone path to the lawn between apartment buildings.
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