separated them while she wrapped her head around the fact that Christian Meyer was in her living room . “I’ve written songs with you. You’re here for tea. It’s fine.”
“Okay then.”
She heard the couch creak under his weight and had to force herself from staring again at the gorgeous man in her house.
“Wow. You are a catalog marker, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
“Oh. Those are Heather’s.”
Corinne’s stomach dropped. Crap. No way Heather didn’t notice a car come up her driveway. She’d be here any second to check. Corinne scrambled to find her phone to tell Heather all was well. She wasn’t ready to try to explain Chris’ presence, though she didn’t understand it herself. But a quick knock at the door, followed by the door opening, told Corinne she was too late. Her stomach dropped again. Corinne spun in the kitchen just in time to see Heather’s smile.
“Hey!” Heather said brightly. “I just wanted to check and see…” Her voice faded at about the same moment her eyes landed on Christian Meyer over the back of the couch.
Corinne gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles whitened. “Heather. This is Chris. He came up...unexpectedly...for...um...business...songwriting stuff…” Corinne knew it was pathetic. She also knew that Heather would see right through her attempts to sound normal.
At the same time, maybe Heather wasn’t paying attention to her at all. Heather’s smile was the biggest Corinne had ever seen as she stepped forward, reaching out her hand to shake Chris’.
“Oh. Hi.” Chris turned on the couch and then stood and walked around the back.
“Oh.” Heather gestured him closer to her. “You’re a friend of Corinne’s. We should meet in a hug.”
Heather gave Corinne a comically wide-grin before she turned back to Chris.
For the first time since Chris arrived, Corinne saw the humor in the situation. Uber famous rock star in a tiny town in Washington with an obsessed fan of a neighbor about to feel his ass when she got her hug.
And just like Corinne predicted, Heather’s hands made it just a hair below the waist of his jeans.
“I’d love to say Corinne told me all about you.” He stood back. “But we tried...to uh...keep it all…” He glanced over his shoulder at her as if she’d somehow know what he was trying to say and be able to help him. “...all, uh...professional.”
Heather snorted in her lame attempt to hold in a laugh. “ Professional . Okay then. So…is it tea time?” she asked with the same goofy grin.
Corinne closed her eyes, knowing her friend would catch the hint.
“Maybe another night…” Heather shifted her weight back to Chris. “You know… If you’re around in the next few days.”
“I’d like that.” He ducked his head in a modest sort of nod and shoved his unruly hair back off his face.
Heather paused as she held the door. “Christian Meyer,” she breathed.
He flashed his true famous-guy smile. The kind made to weaken knees. “Great to meet you, Heather.”
“Great.” She swallowed and nodded a few more times. “To meet you, too.”
She gave Corinne one last excited squealy-girl look before backing out the door.
“Good friend of yours?” he asked turning around.
“The best.”
Jonah’s door opened, and unbelievably, Corinne’s stomach dropped again . This was going to come as a surprise...
There was no denying he felt like an idiot showing up at Corinne’s house. He felt pathetic enough that he didn’t say anything about how weird it was. How desperate he was for help. And now this.
This kid who...looked to have none of Corinne’s dark features, rubbing his eyes in striped pajamas.
“Auntie Corinne?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
Chris hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until the word “auntie” came out. It shouldn’t matter if she had a kid or not. But ‘auntie’ made him feel like he was slightly less left out of her life.
The boy’s bedroom opened
“Okay then.”
She heard the couch creak under his weight and had to force herself from staring again at the gorgeous man in her house.
“Wow. You are a catalog marker, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
“Oh. Those are Heather’s.”
Corinne’s stomach dropped. Crap. No way Heather didn’t notice a car come up her driveway. She’d be here any second to check. Corinne scrambled to find her phone to tell Heather all was well. She wasn’t ready to try to explain Chris’ presence, though she didn’t understand it herself. But a quick knock at the door, followed by the door opening, told Corinne she was too late. Her stomach dropped again. Corinne spun in the kitchen just in time to see Heather’s smile.
“Hey!” Heather said brightly. “I just wanted to check and see…” Her voice faded at about the same moment her eyes landed on Christian Meyer over the back of the couch.
Corinne gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles whitened. “Heather. This is Chris. He came up...unexpectedly...for...um...business...songwriting stuff…” Corinne knew it was pathetic. She also knew that Heather would see right through her attempts to sound normal.
At the same time, maybe Heather wasn’t paying attention to her at all. Heather’s smile was the biggest Corinne had ever seen as she stepped forward, reaching out her hand to shake Chris’.
“Oh. Hi.” Chris turned on the couch and then stood and walked around the back.
“Oh.” Heather gestured him closer to her. “You’re a friend of Corinne’s. We should meet in a hug.”
Heather gave Corinne a comically wide-grin before she turned back to Chris.
For the first time since Chris arrived, Corinne saw the humor in the situation. Uber famous rock star in a tiny town in Washington with an obsessed fan of a neighbor about to feel his ass when she got her hug.
And just like Corinne predicted, Heather’s hands made it just a hair below the waist of his jeans.
“I’d love to say Corinne told me all about you.” He stood back. “But we tried...to uh...keep it all…” He glanced over his shoulder at her as if she’d somehow know what he was trying to say and be able to help him. “...all, uh...professional.”
Heather snorted in her lame attempt to hold in a laugh. “ Professional . Okay then. So…is it tea time?” she asked with the same goofy grin.
Corinne closed her eyes, knowing her friend would catch the hint.
“Maybe another night…” Heather shifted her weight back to Chris. “You know… If you’re around in the next few days.”
“I’d like that.” He ducked his head in a modest sort of nod and shoved his unruly hair back off his face.
Heather paused as she held the door. “Christian Meyer,” she breathed.
He flashed his true famous-guy smile. The kind made to weaken knees. “Great to meet you, Heather.”
“Great.” She swallowed and nodded a few more times. “To meet you, too.”
She gave Corinne one last excited squealy-girl look before backing out the door.
“Good friend of yours?” he asked turning around.
“The best.”
Jonah’s door opened, and unbelievably, Corinne’s stomach dropped again . This was going to come as a surprise...
There was no denying he felt like an idiot showing up at Corinne’s house. He felt pathetic enough that he didn’t say anything about how weird it was. How desperate he was for help. And now this.
This kid who...looked to have none of Corinne’s dark features, rubbing his eyes in striped pajamas.
“Auntie Corinne?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
Chris hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until the word “auntie” came out. It shouldn’t matter if she had a kid or not. But ‘auntie’ made him feel like he was slightly less left out of her life.
The boy’s bedroom opened
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