had a girl comfort me before—
well, at least not since I’d hit it big. Girls just wanted a piece of the fame or to be able to say they’d
screwed me. With our crazy schedule, it was too much of a hassle to have a girlfriend. At least that’s
what I told myself.
Pushing the long strands of blonde hair out of her face, I rubbed Abby’s cheek tenderly, but she
still didn’t stir. Instead, she made those cute little snores that would have mortified her if she had
been awake. She truly was an angel right out of Heaven to care enough to dry my tears and comfort
me, not to mention sleeping with me when she knew she shouldn’t.
Fuck. Why did she have to be so beautiful? It would be so much easier if she was some average or
even butt-ugly girl. No, my savior—my angel—had to be any man’s fantasy. With a frustrated grunt, I
escaped into the bathroom. Even though I was tempted, I would not stoop to jerking off this morning.
It wasn’t entirely that I had all this integrity—hell, I’d let a waitress blow me the night before in a
diner storeroom. It was more about the fact that I knew to get off I’d have to fantasize about Abby.
So instead, I took a cold shower and watched my wood shrivel under the stream. Just as I was
about to turn the water off, a riff hit me like a train barreling through my mind. It took me so off guard
that I had to lean against the stall for support. Pinching my eyes shut, I hummed aloud what was filling
my mind.
Hustling out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist before leaving the bathroom.
Normally, I would have gone stark naked to the bedroom for my clothes, but I didn’t dare want to run
into Abby like that. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my guitar, a notepad, some sheet music, and a
pencil and headed to the kitchen. After flipping on the coffee maker, I flopped down at the table.
After scribbling down the riff I’d heard, I worked on the melody. Once it was done, I started
hammering out lyrics to go along with it. All of the emotions I’d been experiencing converged on this
moment. I only paused in my furious scribbling when my hand cramped from the excessive writing.
I eased my guitar onto my lap and started playing the music I’d written. I erased and changed a few
chords before beginning again. Closing my eyes, I focused on the lyrics in my mind as I played.
At the sound of someone behind me, my eyelids popped open.
“Morning,” Abby murmured softly.
I glanced back at her and smiled. “Morning. Did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s fine.”
“Sorry. The muse decided I didn’t need any more sleep,” I lied. I knew I would freak her out if I
told her the truth. Jerking my head over my shoulder, I replied, “There’s some coffee if you want
some. Of course, you probably need OJ instead.” I winked at her. “Don’t want you passing out on me
again.”
Pink tinged her cheeks at my attentiveness. “Thanks. But I’m good for now.”
I nodded. “We’ll probably stop for some breakfast in an hour or so.”
“Okay.” She motioned towards the notepad with scribbled lyrics and chords. “How’s it coming?”
I grimaced. “Good, but it’s never going to work.”
“Why not?” she asked as she eased into the bench seat across from me.
“The label wants very specific stuff from us, and this,” I waved the notepad at her, “isn’t it.”
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin on the tops of her legs. “You won’t know
until you approach them.”
“Trust me, it’s not happening.”
She cocked her brows at me “Oh, come on Mr. Glass Half Empty. What’s it about?”
With hesitating, I replied, “My mother dying.”
Her face fell. “Oh Jake, I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“I know. And thanks.” When I started to rip out the lyrics from the pad, she reached over and
grabbed my hand.
“No, don’t.”
I clenched my jaw with determination. “It won’t work, Angel. I have to sing about
well, at least not since I’d hit it big. Girls just wanted a piece of the fame or to be able to say they’d
screwed me. With our crazy schedule, it was too much of a hassle to have a girlfriend. At least that’s
what I told myself.
Pushing the long strands of blonde hair out of her face, I rubbed Abby’s cheek tenderly, but she
still didn’t stir. Instead, she made those cute little snores that would have mortified her if she had
been awake. She truly was an angel right out of Heaven to care enough to dry my tears and comfort
me, not to mention sleeping with me when she knew she shouldn’t.
Fuck. Why did she have to be so beautiful? It would be so much easier if she was some average or
even butt-ugly girl. No, my savior—my angel—had to be any man’s fantasy. With a frustrated grunt, I
escaped into the bathroom. Even though I was tempted, I would not stoop to jerking off this morning.
It wasn’t entirely that I had all this integrity—hell, I’d let a waitress blow me the night before in a
diner storeroom. It was more about the fact that I knew to get off I’d have to fantasize about Abby.
So instead, I took a cold shower and watched my wood shrivel under the stream. Just as I was
about to turn the water off, a riff hit me like a train barreling through my mind. It took me so off guard
that I had to lean against the stall for support. Pinching my eyes shut, I hummed aloud what was filling
my mind.
Hustling out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist before leaving the bathroom.
Normally, I would have gone stark naked to the bedroom for my clothes, but I didn’t dare want to run
into Abby like that. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my guitar, a notepad, some sheet music, and a
pencil and headed to the kitchen. After flipping on the coffee maker, I flopped down at the table.
After scribbling down the riff I’d heard, I worked on the melody. Once it was done, I started
hammering out lyrics to go along with it. All of the emotions I’d been experiencing converged on this
moment. I only paused in my furious scribbling when my hand cramped from the excessive writing.
I eased my guitar onto my lap and started playing the music I’d written. I erased and changed a few
chords before beginning again. Closing my eyes, I focused on the lyrics in my mind as I played.
At the sound of someone behind me, my eyelids popped open.
“Morning,” Abby murmured softly.
I glanced back at her and smiled. “Morning. Did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s fine.”
“Sorry. The muse decided I didn’t need any more sleep,” I lied. I knew I would freak her out if I
told her the truth. Jerking my head over my shoulder, I replied, “There’s some coffee if you want
some. Of course, you probably need OJ instead.” I winked at her. “Don’t want you passing out on me
again.”
Pink tinged her cheeks at my attentiveness. “Thanks. But I’m good for now.”
I nodded. “We’ll probably stop for some breakfast in an hour or so.”
“Okay.” She motioned towards the notepad with scribbled lyrics and chords. “How’s it coming?”
I grimaced. “Good, but it’s never going to work.”
“Why not?” she asked as she eased into the bench seat across from me.
“The label wants very specific stuff from us, and this,” I waved the notepad at her, “isn’t it.”
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin on the tops of her legs. “You won’t know
until you approach them.”
“Trust me, it’s not happening.”
She cocked her brows at me “Oh, come on Mr. Glass Half Empty. What’s it about?”
With hesitating, I replied, “My mother dying.”
Her face fell. “Oh Jake, I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“I know. And thanks.” When I started to rip out the lyrics from the pad, she reached over and
grabbed my hand.
“No, don’t.”
I clenched my jaw with determination. “It won’t work, Angel. I have to sing about
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