Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) by Karolyn James, K James Page A

would
ever be able to afford to sleep in. The next thing she remembered was the
drinks. The celebration drinks. The enjoyment drinks. The drink drinks.
    She blinked a few times and then
shut her eyes tight. She waited for the aching throb of a hangover headache but
none came. She opened one eye then the other. Slowly, she started to sit up,
taking the top cover with to cover her chest. When she looked to her right she
saw Chris on his back, his wide shoulders, muscular chest, chiseled jaw just
there, sleeping. Then Becky held her left hand out and looked at the ring on
her finger.
    Shit.
    She wasn’t quite sure if it was a
good shit or a
bad shit , and
yes, there was a difference between the two.
    The diamond was far too big for
some silly Vegas wedding.
    But as the details crept back into
her mind she realized that they didn’t just talk about getting married, they actually
did it. It was an official wedding. Not some dress up and pretend thing. Chris
had married Becky. Becky had married Chris. He had taken her to a store to get
a ring for her finger.
    Becky lowered her hand to the bed
and just sat there, stuck between wanting a little more sleep and being in
total shock. Each time she looked at Chris she wanted him to open his eyes. To
open his eyes and have a plan. Have something to say. After all, he was the one
who concocted the entire thing, right? He was the one who told Becky to see him
in Vegas. Sure, she had plans to be there anyway, but whatever. He was the one
that took her to the tour bus. Got the vodka. Whispered those romantic words in
her ear. Had sex with her... twice. Okay, fine, three times last night. And he
bought the ring and put it on her finger.
    Shit.
    As her heart began to race, Becky
took a few deep breaths for the sake of keeping calm. That’s what she was
always known for. Keeping calm and going with the flow. But this wasn’t a car
breaking down. This wasn’t the power going out during a thunderstorm. This
wasn’t packing her bags and leaving North Carolina for Texas.
    This
was marriage.
    Becky let another few minutes pass
and then she started to shake the bed. She needed Chris awake and they needed
to figure something out. Becky had to get to her hotel room sooner than later
and wait for her friend to make it to Vegas for her own wedding. And Chris said
something about going to California with Chasing Cross.
    And there it was again.
    The reality of what had happened,
both good and bad.
    She slept with the bassist from
Chasing Cross.
    She married the bassist from
Chasing Cross.
    But it would have to end, right?
Becky looked at Chris again. There was no way this could last. Chris was a big
time rockstar traveling the world. Becky was just some woman trying to learn
everything she could about baking with the feeble dream of having her own
bakery someday.
    Talk about opposites.
    Chris stirred and yawned. He opened
his eyes and when he saw Becky, the first thing he did was smile. Becky smiled
back. She couldn’t help it. Chris was the most gorgeous man she’d ever met in
her life. Aside from him being a rockstar, Chris was just amazing. The way he
looked at Becky was the kind of stuff that belonged in a movie. Becky didn’t
believe that look could be directed at her.
    “Good morning,” Chris whispered.
    “Morning.”
    “Come here.”
    His hand was at her back and a
second later, Becky crashed down to Chris’s body. She kissed him the way he
wanted to be kissed. But she also kissed him the way she wanted to kiss him.
She couldn’t get enough of Chris. The covers fell from Becky and her breasts
were exposed, but she didn’t care. Chris’s hand remained on her back and his
other hand touched her face. It made Becky’s heart race even faster. If this
was just lust and fun, he would have touched her breasts. But he didn’t. He
touched her back and face.
    What did it mean?
    Becky savored the taste of Chris’s
mouth. But the kiss came to an end and she put her head on his chest,