Last Song (Chasing Cross Book Five) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) (rockstar contemporary romance) by Karolyn James Page A
Authors: Karolyn James
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to slide open. She scrambled and
found the light switch to the kitchen just as someone walked from the garage.
If she got caught staring, there’d be no chance of ever really dealing with the
noise problem then.
The darkness of her house
protected her from being seen. The light from the garage flooded to the alley
as Sarah watched a man walk from the garage, drumsticks in his hands. His
wrists were moving and then he tossed the drumsticks back into the garage. The
way the light poured around him, it made him look like he was a rockstar or
something on stage. He slipped his hands into his pockets and put his head
back. Sarah didn’t want to look at the man like she did but she was curious.
What kind of man would move into the small town like this? Not to mention... he
wore jeans, black shoes, a black t-shirt. Nothing about him screamed domesticated homeowner .
Not that Sarah wanted to judge him or anyone for that matter, but he just
didn’t seem like the type to buy a house in a quiet neighborhood. It prompted
Sarah to look to the man’s house, wondering what else waited in there. Maybe he
was a single father and wanted a good home for his kids. Maybe he was a
newlywed.
Maybe he was just a
single guy looking for a change.
Sarah could have let her
mind run wild with it and probably would have if she didn’t look at the man
again. When Sarah did this time, she caught the man looking right at her. She
froze and gasped even though there was no way he could see her. She was in complete
darkness in her own house. Even still, he just stood in place, staring at
Sarah. She looked at him, too afraid to move.
Next to her, Molly let
out a small growl.
“Quiet,” Sarah whispered.
Molly growled again.
“Molly... no...”
The sound of the dog’s
nails scratching on the linoleum floor were followed by the sound of Molly’s
dog tags hitting the floor as she lied down.
Sarah waited the man out.
He finally moved, turning and going back into the garage. He pulled the door
shut. It let out a boom when it crashed to the ground. Molly barked once and
scrambled to her feet. Her nails moved along the kitchen floor like she was on
ice. It only scared her more. Sarah hurried to turn the kitchen light on but
the dog had made it out of the kitchen. She stood on carpet now, waiting for
Sarah.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s
go back to bed.”
Molly wagged her tail and
Sarah walked from the kitchen.
Sarah at least knew two
things about her neighbor.
First, he played drums.
Second, he was really
handsome.
When Sarah’s foot hit the
first step, the sound of the drums echoed again. Sarah sighed.
She now knew a third
thing about her new neighbor... he was annoying.
(7)
It was eleven-eleven when
the doorbell rang. It sounded like church bells, and it woke Rick out of a very
deep sleep. When Rick sat up and touched his face, he felt like he was sleeping
in a church bell. He put a hand out and waved it, wishing whoever was at his
front door - all the way downstairs - could see his hand and understand it
meant do not ring the door bell again.
A few seconds later,
Rick’s message failed to be received. The door bell rang again and Rick threw
the covers off himself. He wasn’t going to open the front door, he was going to
find the door bell and punch it. He found the door bell cleverly tucked right
near the open steps, a perfect position that allowed the sound to carry
throughout the house. Whoever decided to put that door bell there and choose
one with such a powerful tone, didn’t take into account someone with a killer
hangover.
Now someone pounded at
the front door.
“What in the hell?” Rick
growled as he took the steps two at a time.
Each step made his
stomach flip, like he had to throw up. It was the first morning in his new house
and Rick fully intended on sleeping until at least three in the afternoon and
then stumbling to the garage, ordering a pizza, and picking up where he left
off last night. After
found the light switch to the kitchen just as someone walked from the garage.
If she got caught staring, there’d be no chance of ever really dealing with the
noise problem then.
The darkness of her house
protected her from being seen. The light from the garage flooded to the alley
as Sarah watched a man walk from the garage, drumsticks in his hands. His
wrists were moving and then he tossed the drumsticks back into the garage. The
way the light poured around him, it made him look like he was a rockstar or
something on stage. He slipped his hands into his pockets and put his head
back. Sarah didn’t want to look at the man like she did but she was curious.
What kind of man would move into the small town like this? Not to mention... he
wore jeans, black shoes, a black t-shirt. Nothing about him screamed domesticated homeowner .
Not that Sarah wanted to judge him or anyone for that matter, but he just
didn’t seem like the type to buy a house in a quiet neighborhood. It prompted
Sarah to look to the man’s house, wondering what else waited in there. Maybe he
was a single father and wanted a good home for his kids. Maybe he was a
newlywed.
Maybe he was just a
single guy looking for a change.
Sarah could have let her
mind run wild with it and probably would have if she didn’t look at the man
again. When Sarah did this time, she caught the man looking right at her. She
froze and gasped even though there was no way he could see her. She was in complete
darkness in her own house. Even still, he just stood in place, staring at
Sarah. She looked at him, too afraid to move.
Next to her, Molly let
out a small growl.
“Quiet,” Sarah whispered.
Molly growled again.
“Molly... no...”
The sound of the dog’s
nails scratching on the linoleum floor were followed by the sound of Molly’s
dog tags hitting the floor as she lied down.
Sarah waited the man out.
He finally moved, turning and going back into the garage. He pulled the door
shut. It let out a boom when it crashed to the ground. Molly barked once and
scrambled to her feet. Her nails moved along the kitchen floor like she was on
ice. It only scared her more. Sarah hurried to turn the kitchen light on but
the dog had made it out of the kitchen. She stood on carpet now, waiting for
Sarah.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s
go back to bed.”
Molly wagged her tail and
Sarah walked from the kitchen.
Sarah at least knew two
things about her neighbor.
First, he played drums.
Second, he was really
handsome.
When Sarah’s foot hit the
first step, the sound of the drums echoed again. Sarah sighed.
She now knew a third
thing about her new neighbor... he was annoying.
(7)
It was eleven-eleven when
the doorbell rang. It sounded like church bells, and it woke Rick out of a very
deep sleep. When Rick sat up and touched his face, he felt like he was sleeping
in a church bell. He put a hand out and waved it, wishing whoever was at his
front door - all the way downstairs - could see his hand and understand it
meant do not ring the door bell again.
A few seconds later,
Rick’s message failed to be received. The door bell rang again and Rick threw
the covers off himself. He wasn’t going to open the front door, he was going to
find the door bell and punch it. He found the door bell cleverly tucked right
near the open steps, a perfect position that allowed the sound to carry
throughout the house. Whoever decided to put that door bell there and choose
one with such a powerful tone, didn’t take into account someone with a killer
hangover.
Now someone pounded at
the front door.
“What in the hell?” Rick
growled as he took the steps two at a time.
Each step made his
stomach flip, like he had to throw up. It was the first morning in his new house
and Rick fully intended on sleeping until at least three in the afternoon and
then stumbling to the garage, ordering a pizza, and picking up where he left
off last night. After
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