The Price of Love (Rockin' Country Book 2) by Laramie Briscoe Page B

sunglasses. “Is it okay for me to come with you tonight?”
    “If you want to, I am more than happy to have you out. I just don’t want you to get bored. You got finished with your own shit a few days ago.”
    “Yeah.” She gripped his hand tighter. “But it’s different watching you. It’s almost like I look at it through different eyes.”
    They were quiet for a minute until she sighed.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “I don’t want to beat a dead horse, but I’ve gotta know that you’re okay with those pictures. You kinda glossed over it earlier.”
    “They do piss me off.” The honesty was blatant in his voice. “But what kind of a man would I be if I took those pictures at face value after I preached to you about the picture of you being ‘fat’.” He made quotation marks with his fingers.
    “You’re still mad about it?”
    “I’m mad at the fact they used Shell to get to you. Then they play with your head. That’s what pisses me off.”
    “I asked them if they would contact your record company so that we could sing together. We’ll have to see what they say.”
    Garrett had a pretty good idea of what his record company would say, but he realized that he could always hope for the best. “They haven’t contacted me, or management, so maybe they haven’t made a decision on what they’re going to do yet.”
    “I hope they say yes. I would love to sing with you.” She put her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, burying her head in his chest.
    “I would love to sing with you too. Maybe we should see if we can get an Instagram campaign going. You know something like hashtag Harmony and Reaper Duet?”
    “That’s an awesome idea.” She laughed against his shirt.
    “Okay, we really gotta go.”
    “Fine,” she sighed. “Let’s go see you be all sexy while you work.”
    His face burned bright. “Yes, let’s do that.”
    They walked towards the house, Havock following closely behind. Hannah looked behind her, hoping to get one more look at the ocean before they had to be cooped up in the studio for the rest of the night. Sweeping along the coast was a dark cloud; she could see rain coming down. Shaking her head, she hoped it wasn’t an omen of what was to come.

Chapter Nine
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    A s Hannah listened to the amount of opinions being thrown out, she had to shake her head. This experience was making her very glad that she was a solo artist. The guys were knee-deep in a discussion about whether the song they had just spent over four hours recording was going to work or not, and there were four very different opinions.
    “What do you think, Hannah?” the sound engineer asked, obviously sick of hearing the guys go back and forth. He wore an exasperated look on his face.
    “Ohhh, no, no, no.” She shook her head, looking up from her phone, where she had been texting with Shell. They were working on getting their friendship back on track. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”
    “You’re a fan, aren’t you? You were one before you met and married Garrett, what do you think?”
    She gave him the evil eye for throwing her under the bus like this, because now, she had four sets of eyes staring intently at her. “I think that I’m a fan, but I’m too close to the situation to be objective.”
    They all began talking, this time at her.
    “C’mon, babe. Whatever you have to say, whether it is a popular opinion or not, might make us decide what we need to do,” Garrett told her.
    She knew that she shouldn’t do this, but she was sick of hearing them fight, and they had been doing it for too long. She wanted to get out of here and spend some more time with her husband. Carefully, she bit her lip, considering how she needed to say this. “If you’re wanting to move away from your old sound, then you’re not doing it with this song.”
    “So you’re saying it’s too much like our old stuff?” Brad pumped his fist in the air. He’d been arguing that.
    She