Music of the Heart

Music of the Heart by Harper Brooks

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                  aren’t out living it up in New Orleans.  Nothing fun going on tonight?
     
    Ashleigh: I took the whole crew out to Mother’s Restaurant to eat.  It was delicious!                 
                       Now, I’m getting ready for bed.  I have an early breakfast with fans in the morning.
     
    Cross: Sounds like fun.  I better let you go so you can get some rest.  I’ve enjoyed talking to you
                  tonight. 
     
    Ashleigh: Me, too.  I look forward to it again.  Good night Cross.
     
    Cross: ‘Night Ashleigh.
     
                  Well, that was unexpected and nothing like any of our other conversations have been.  Maybe I was wrong about Cross.  Maybe he is someone I could see myself spending more time with.  That’s if I ever got any spare time from the tour.
     
                  I went to bed with a smile on my face and there is only one reason why that could be.  Cross Hamilton.
     
     
    CROSS
     
                  The next three weeks go by pretty quickly.  I’ve stayed so busy with work and haven’t had much time for anything else.  The trip to Canada went awesome and we landed the development deal.
     
                  I’ve also spent the past three weeks having some amazing conversations with Ashleigh via text.  We never pick up the phone to call each other.  We always just text, which works for now.  I would love to see her in person but I know her life is as crazy and hectic as mine. 
     
                  Thanksgiving is fast approaching and my mom and Victoria go all out as we celebrate with the St. James family every year.  I remember Ashleigh mentioning something about a “Friendsgiving” celebration.  That means I’ll finally get to see her this week sometime. 
     
                  It’s the day before Thanksgiving and I always close my office the entire week so my staff can have a nice long break.  I’m actually meeting Merritt for lunch today.  She said she needed to talk to me and it was important.
     
                  I walk into Carrington’s and find Merritt.  “Hey Mer.  How are you today?”  I lean down and kiss her cheek.
     
                  “I’m great, how are you?”
     
                  Before I can even answer, she keeps on talking.
     
                  “So, spill it Cross.  What’s going on with you and Ashleigh?  Look, I’m just going to say it once.  You better now screw her over and break her heart.  If you hurt my best friend, I’ll never forgive you.  And I will choose her over you if it came to that.”
     
                  We’re interrupted by the waitress bringing our drinks and some bread.  We quickly order and get back to this conversation.
                 
    “Fuck, Merritt.  You act like I’ve already messed with her heart and screwed her over. All I’m doing is texting her.  It’s not like I have these big plans to hurt her.  Do you really think that low of me?”
     
                  “Cross, I’m sorry.  You know you’re like a brother to me but you also know you have a reputation with the ladies.  Not to sound crude, you like to fuck them and leave them.  Ashleigh is not like that.”
     
                  “Look, I know what everyone thinks about me.  I’m not proud of it either.  But I’ll have you know that I have not had sex with anyone since September.”
     
                  With that admission, Merritt starts to choke on her tea.  As she catches her breath, I just start laughing.  I had a feeling that would be her reaction.
     
                  “Are you shitting me right now?  You haven’t had sex in almost three months?  What is wrong with you?  Is it broken?”
     
                  “What the hell Merritt?  Of course it’s

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