My Song for You: A Pushing Limits Novel by Stina Lindenblatt Page B
Authors: Stina Lindenblatt
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these have to be the best fries I’ve ever tasted. How am I only learning about them now?”
Callie laughed. It was amazing how much a person could miss hearing a laugh, especially hers. “Had a lot of experience with fries, huh?”
“You better believe it. You forget I’ve traveled extensively around the US and Canada. Although I must admit poutine is up there too.”
Lines formed between her eyes. Who knew a frown could look so adorable? “Poutine?”
“It’s fries, gravy, and cheese curds. It’s really good.”
She screwed up her nose. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
We spent the short time she had left for her lunch break eating and talking. The tension from the past few days, since I first bumped into her, had eased slightly, though it still lurked under the surface. For a second, the urge to kiss her senseless and convince her to tell me what was really bothering her pulsated through me, but I suspected that even then she wouldn’t tell me.
“Okay, buddy, are you ready to watch the band play?” I asked as Callie got up to return to work.
She kissed him on the cheek. “I have to work late tonight, but I’ll be home in time to tuck you into bed.”
“Aren’t you gonna kiss Jared?” he asked.
She gave a nervous laugh. “Why would I do that?”
“ ’Cause he got hurt at the playground. You have to kiss him all better.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you okay?” she asked me.
“I’ll survive. I wasn’t paying attention while Logan was swinging and ended up on my as—I mean, my butt.”
She chuckled and began walking away.
“No, Mommy. You have to kiss him.”
I held my hands out to the side. “You heard him. You’re supposed to kiss me.” I might have also smirked, challenging her. Why, I had no idea.
She leaned down and gently pressed her lips against my cheek. I’d expected a quick peck, like my great-aunt gave me when I was a kid. Instead, Callie’s soft lips lingered for a moment before she slowly pulled back. My breath halted in my chest.
I ached to grab her back and taste her lips on mine, but she was already out of reach.
“You feel better now?” she asked.
No.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll see you two tonight.” And with that, she walked away—leaving me still craving to taste her for real.
Chapter 13
Jared
I parked behind Kirk’s jeep on the street in front of Mason’s building. Mason lived in a studio loft that had once belonged to a musician. The man had soundproofed the place, which meant it was a perfect location for us to practice.
I knocked on Mason’s door. Logan and I didn’t have to wait long before it opened.
Mason’s gaze dropped to Logan. “Is there something you’ve been keeping from us?”
“Logan, this is Mason, the drummer,” I said. “Logan’s the son of one of my friends. She has to work and her babysitter is sick.”
Mason raised an eyebrow. “So you thought you’d fucking bring him to work, like one of those spend-the-day-at-your-parent’s-job events?”
“Fuckin’,” Logan repeated.
Shit
. “Logan, we don’t use that word,” I gently admonished.
That caused Mason to snicker. “If you didn’t want him talking like you, why the hell bring him here?”
“Fuckin’.”
I grounded my teeth together. “I’m seriously going to kill you, Mas.” Right before Callie killed me.
He grinned at me. “You’re welcome.”
We entered the loft, Logan holding tight to my hand. Mason lived on the top floor, in one corner of the building. Large windows filled most of the space on the two exterior walls. Mason wasn’t much into furniture and went for the minimalist look, which meant there was plenty of room for our instruments and amps in the center of the room. Much like Callie’s parents, Mason had great taste in furniture. But unlike Callie’s parents, Mason’s taste ran more modern.
And yes, I’d finally pieced together why Callie’s furniture looked more expensive than what I would’ve expected a
Callie laughed. It was amazing how much a person could miss hearing a laugh, especially hers. “Had a lot of experience with fries, huh?”
“You better believe it. You forget I’ve traveled extensively around the US and Canada. Although I must admit poutine is up there too.”
Lines formed between her eyes. Who knew a frown could look so adorable? “Poutine?”
“It’s fries, gravy, and cheese curds. It’s really good.”
She screwed up her nose. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
We spent the short time she had left for her lunch break eating and talking. The tension from the past few days, since I first bumped into her, had eased slightly, though it still lurked under the surface. For a second, the urge to kiss her senseless and convince her to tell me what was really bothering her pulsated through me, but I suspected that even then she wouldn’t tell me.
“Okay, buddy, are you ready to watch the band play?” I asked as Callie got up to return to work.
She kissed him on the cheek. “I have to work late tonight, but I’ll be home in time to tuck you into bed.”
“Aren’t you gonna kiss Jared?” he asked.
She gave a nervous laugh. “Why would I do that?”
“ ’Cause he got hurt at the playground. You have to kiss him all better.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you okay?” she asked me.
“I’ll survive. I wasn’t paying attention while Logan was swinging and ended up on my as—I mean, my butt.”
She chuckled and began walking away.
“No, Mommy. You have to kiss him.”
I held my hands out to the side. “You heard him. You’re supposed to kiss me.” I might have also smirked, challenging her. Why, I had no idea.
She leaned down and gently pressed her lips against my cheek. I’d expected a quick peck, like my great-aunt gave me when I was a kid. Instead, Callie’s soft lips lingered for a moment before she slowly pulled back. My breath halted in my chest.
I ached to grab her back and taste her lips on mine, but she was already out of reach.
“You feel better now?” she asked.
No.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll see you two tonight.” And with that, she walked away—leaving me still craving to taste her for real.
Chapter 13
Jared
I parked behind Kirk’s jeep on the street in front of Mason’s building. Mason lived in a studio loft that had once belonged to a musician. The man had soundproofed the place, which meant it was a perfect location for us to practice.
I knocked on Mason’s door. Logan and I didn’t have to wait long before it opened.
Mason’s gaze dropped to Logan. “Is there something you’ve been keeping from us?”
“Logan, this is Mason, the drummer,” I said. “Logan’s the son of one of my friends. She has to work and her babysitter is sick.”
Mason raised an eyebrow. “So you thought you’d fucking bring him to work, like one of those spend-the-day-at-your-parent’s-job events?”
“Fuckin’,” Logan repeated.
Shit
. “Logan, we don’t use that word,” I gently admonished.
That caused Mason to snicker. “If you didn’t want him talking like you, why the hell bring him here?”
“Fuckin’.”
I grounded my teeth together. “I’m seriously going to kill you, Mas.” Right before Callie killed me.
He grinned at me. “You’re welcome.”
We entered the loft, Logan holding tight to my hand. Mason lived on the top floor, in one corner of the building. Large windows filled most of the space on the two exterior walls. Mason wasn’t much into furniture and went for the minimalist look, which meant there was plenty of room for our instruments and amps in the center of the room. Much like Callie’s parents, Mason had great taste in furniture. But unlike Callie’s parents, Mason’s taste ran more modern.
And yes, I’d finally pieced together why Callie’s furniture looked more expensive than what I would’ve expected a
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