Heart of the Music (Saints & Sinners #1) by Kaithlin Shepherd Page B
Authors: Kaithlin Shepherd
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Patricia’s world, one she cherished. She had woken up bright and early that morning in her own bed, in her own house, taking her time to enjoy the silence and solitude. After grabbing a quick shower, she made herself some breakfast and enjoyed her first cup of coffee of the day on her patio overlooking the lake .
Collecting her pencils and sketchpad from the office, she settled the items on the large wood table on the back porch. When she picked up a pencil and flipped her sketchpad open, she breathed in the fresh air, and with her hair falling over her face, she started sketching.
Being surrounded by five alpha males didn’t leave you with the chance to have too many secrets of your own. But none of the guys knew about her hobby, her passion for designing clothes, and she was okay with that. It was her little piece of heaven that she didn’t have to share with anyone.
“Trish, are you out here?” She jumped at the sound of Jarrod’s voice coming from around the house. She didn’t have a chance to hide what she was doing before he was standing on her porch, wearing jeans and a worn T-shirt, with his guitar case over his shoulder, looking like something you she could just eat up.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Hawaii with what’s her name?” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face as he laughed before setting his guitar down and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot at the corner of the table.
“Nah, she flipped out when she realized we would be staying in a small beach hut and not a five star hotel, so I ditched her,” he said like it wasn’t a big deal, but she knew it was. Women had the misconception that because he was a very wealthy man, he lived an extravagant lifestyle, but she knew him better than that. Jarrod loved the simple things in life. It was one of the things that she liked most about him. It wasn’t about fancy cars or expensive trips for him; it was just about enjoying life to its fullest.
“She complained about staying on the beach?” She opted to say instead of asking him if this girl was an idiot. What kind of person said no to a paid vacation on the beach? Sometimes she wondered where he found these women because she sure would not have complained about their accommodations if he would have taken her.
“Yeah, apparently no spa treatments and no maids aren’t that attractive to women,” he told her and she had to laugh.
Jarrod
She mumbled, “Maybe to her,” under her breath, and Jarrod smiled. That was why he’d visited Trish. He knew that with her, life was fucking simple. It wasn’t about private jets or gourmet meals and five star hotels; it was about beers at a dive bar, a beach hut with no utilities, and a day off in a sundress and no make-up.
He sat down beside her and noticed the open sketchpad in front of her with a dress design flowing on the pages. “Did you do this?” He picked up the sketchpad and starting browsing through the pages. How did he not know that one of his closest friends was a wonderful artist? Why did she keep this a secret? Something inside of him ached knowing that there was something about her he didn’t know.
“Yes, I did, but they’re not finished yet, so please give it back.” She tried to grab it from him, but he was quicker than she was and pulled away before she could get her hands on it. There was no way she was getting out of this.
“Trish, these are fantastic! Why didn’t you tell us you were so talented?” How had he missed something so obviously important to her?
“It’s just a hobby, Jarrod. I’m not that good,” she said, holding her pencils in her hand. He didn’t know how she couldn’t see she really talented.
He clutched her shoulders, forcing her to look at him before he told her what was on his mind. “Don’t ever say that. You are super talented. Don’t ever talk down about yourself down like that again. Now since we’re being artistic today, how about I play this beat-up guitar
Collecting her pencils and sketchpad from the office, she settled the items on the large wood table on the back porch. When she picked up a pencil and flipped her sketchpad open, she breathed in the fresh air, and with her hair falling over her face, she started sketching.
Being surrounded by five alpha males didn’t leave you with the chance to have too many secrets of your own. But none of the guys knew about her hobby, her passion for designing clothes, and she was okay with that. It was her little piece of heaven that she didn’t have to share with anyone.
“Trish, are you out here?” She jumped at the sound of Jarrod’s voice coming from around the house. She didn’t have a chance to hide what she was doing before he was standing on her porch, wearing jeans and a worn T-shirt, with his guitar case over his shoulder, looking like something you she could just eat up.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Hawaii with what’s her name?” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face as he laughed before setting his guitar down and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot at the corner of the table.
“Nah, she flipped out when she realized we would be staying in a small beach hut and not a five star hotel, so I ditched her,” he said like it wasn’t a big deal, but she knew it was. Women had the misconception that because he was a very wealthy man, he lived an extravagant lifestyle, but she knew him better than that. Jarrod loved the simple things in life. It was one of the things that she liked most about him. It wasn’t about fancy cars or expensive trips for him; it was just about enjoying life to its fullest.
“She complained about staying on the beach?” She opted to say instead of asking him if this girl was an idiot. What kind of person said no to a paid vacation on the beach? Sometimes she wondered where he found these women because she sure would not have complained about their accommodations if he would have taken her.
“Yeah, apparently no spa treatments and no maids aren’t that attractive to women,” he told her and she had to laugh.
Jarrod
She mumbled, “Maybe to her,” under her breath, and Jarrod smiled. That was why he’d visited Trish. He knew that with her, life was fucking simple. It wasn’t about private jets or gourmet meals and five star hotels; it was about beers at a dive bar, a beach hut with no utilities, and a day off in a sundress and no make-up.
He sat down beside her and noticed the open sketchpad in front of her with a dress design flowing on the pages. “Did you do this?” He picked up the sketchpad and starting browsing through the pages. How did he not know that one of his closest friends was a wonderful artist? Why did she keep this a secret? Something inside of him ached knowing that there was something about her he didn’t know.
“Yes, I did, but they’re not finished yet, so please give it back.” She tried to grab it from him, but he was quicker than she was and pulled away before she could get her hands on it. There was no way she was getting out of this.
“Trish, these are fantastic! Why didn’t you tell us you were so talented?” How had he missed something so obviously important to her?
“It’s just a hobby, Jarrod. I’m not that good,” she said, holding her pencils in her hand. He didn’t know how she couldn’t see she really talented.
He clutched her shoulders, forcing her to look at him before he told her what was on his mind. “Don’t ever say that. You are super talented. Don’t ever talk down about yourself down like that again. Now since we’re being artistic today, how about I play this beat-up guitar
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