Sisters in Bloom (Love in Bloom: Snow Sisters #2), Contemporary Romance by Melissa Foster Page A
Authors: Melissa Foster
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night.”
“You’re lucky I was there. You know better than to drink and drive. What were you thinking?”
That I should have told Kaylie about Lea . “I wasn’t thinking.” Chaz was thankful that Max had been at Taylor’s. Who knows if he’d have made it home okay or not. Max. Reliable, efficient Max. She was the best assistant he’d ever had, and she wasn’t even an assistant. She was a sponsorship coordinator, but she took care of all of his loose ends. Max was like having a really great older sister around. He knew she’d always have his back.
“Do you want to tell me why you were at Taylor’s last night?” Chaz asked.
“I don’t know. I feel like this thing with Lea is my fault. I should have never told you she wanted a sponsorship. I should have just hunted down other sponsors and then you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Chaz knew how conscientious Max was, but he never imagined that she’d take the blame for something that was clearly his fault. “Max, you can’t really believe that.”
“It’s true. If I had just turned her down flat, we’d be fine.”
“The festival would be canceled, Max. You did the right thing. Just like always,” he said, patting her on the back.
“I made you coffee.” She nodded to a travel mug on the counter. “We’ve got to be at the airport in forty minutes.”
Chaz was used to Max being shy around compliments at times, while other times she ate them up. He was pretty sure he’d never figure out the way women’s minds worked. Luckily, the only one he really needed to fully understand was Kaylie’s. He packed a quick bag, and as they headed out the door, he promised himself the second he heard Kaylie's voice, no matter what else was going on, he’d tell her the truth. He owed it to her. He owed it to their unborn baby.
Chapter Fourteen
Moonlight streamed in the window of Danica’s den, where Kaylie sat in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers. She loved this room. The sofa folded out to an enormous king-sized bed, and it reminded her of when she and Danica used to have sleepovers at their grandparents’ house. Danica was asleep upstairs in her bedroom, and Camille and Chelsea had claimed the guest bedroom. Marie had passed out on the pull-out couch in the living room, while Kaylie’s mind ran in circles about her career options—or lack thereof. Unable to sleep, she’d tried to write songs, as the girls and Chaz had suggested, but everything she wrote was crap and she’d given up. She’d had such high hopes when they were at Bar None, too.
She wished she’d gone back home last night instead of staying at Danica’s. Chaz was leaving on the red-eye, and she missed him already. Her mother had left her another message, and Kaylie was glad she’d missed the call. She wasn’t ready to deal with her mother’s new lifestyle yet. First she had to deal with her own transitions.
Kaylie felt a little lost, and she didn’t like it one bit. She’d always had the world at her fingertips, and now she felt like a failure. Who was she if she wasn’t a singer and the life of the party? She’d known that things would change as her body did, but what she hadn’t planned on was how it would make her feel. What made it even worse was that she knew she was messing up the only good thing in her life—her relationship with Chaz. He didn’t deserve her crazy mood swings, and she had no way to control them. Even her doctor was no help. It’s only nine months. It’ll all be worth it.
How many times had Danica told her that she couldn’t have a happy relationship until she was happy with herself? A zillion, that’s how many. And although she was sure Danica didn’t think she ever listened to her advice, she not only listened, but she memorized that particular piece, even if she didn’t heed the value of it. The trouble was, Kaylie always thought she was happy. But now she was beginning to realize that it was all an illusion. She liked being pretty and getting
“You’re lucky I was there. You know better than to drink and drive. What were you thinking?”
That I should have told Kaylie about Lea . “I wasn’t thinking.” Chaz was thankful that Max had been at Taylor’s. Who knows if he’d have made it home okay or not. Max. Reliable, efficient Max. She was the best assistant he’d ever had, and she wasn’t even an assistant. She was a sponsorship coordinator, but she took care of all of his loose ends. Max was like having a really great older sister around. He knew she’d always have his back.
“Do you want to tell me why you were at Taylor’s last night?” Chaz asked.
“I don’t know. I feel like this thing with Lea is my fault. I should have never told you she wanted a sponsorship. I should have just hunted down other sponsors and then you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Chaz knew how conscientious Max was, but he never imagined that she’d take the blame for something that was clearly his fault. “Max, you can’t really believe that.”
“It’s true. If I had just turned her down flat, we’d be fine.”
“The festival would be canceled, Max. You did the right thing. Just like always,” he said, patting her on the back.
“I made you coffee.” She nodded to a travel mug on the counter. “We’ve got to be at the airport in forty minutes.”
Chaz was used to Max being shy around compliments at times, while other times she ate them up. He was pretty sure he’d never figure out the way women’s minds worked. Luckily, the only one he really needed to fully understand was Kaylie’s. He packed a quick bag, and as they headed out the door, he promised himself the second he heard Kaylie's voice, no matter what else was going on, he’d tell her the truth. He owed it to her. He owed it to their unborn baby.
Chapter Fourteen
Moonlight streamed in the window of Danica’s den, where Kaylie sat in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers. She loved this room. The sofa folded out to an enormous king-sized bed, and it reminded her of when she and Danica used to have sleepovers at their grandparents’ house. Danica was asleep upstairs in her bedroom, and Camille and Chelsea had claimed the guest bedroom. Marie had passed out on the pull-out couch in the living room, while Kaylie’s mind ran in circles about her career options—or lack thereof. Unable to sleep, she’d tried to write songs, as the girls and Chaz had suggested, but everything she wrote was crap and she’d given up. She’d had such high hopes when they were at Bar None, too.
She wished she’d gone back home last night instead of staying at Danica’s. Chaz was leaving on the red-eye, and she missed him already. Her mother had left her another message, and Kaylie was glad she’d missed the call. She wasn’t ready to deal with her mother’s new lifestyle yet. First she had to deal with her own transitions.
Kaylie felt a little lost, and she didn’t like it one bit. She’d always had the world at her fingertips, and now she felt like a failure. Who was she if she wasn’t a singer and the life of the party? She’d known that things would change as her body did, but what she hadn’t planned on was how it would make her feel. What made it even worse was that she knew she was messing up the only good thing in her life—her relationship with Chaz. He didn’t deserve her crazy mood swings, and she had no way to control them. Even her doctor was no help. It’s only nine months. It’ll all be worth it.
How many times had Danica told her that she couldn’t have a happy relationship until she was happy with herself? A zillion, that’s how many. And although she was sure Danica didn’t think she ever listened to her advice, she not only listened, but she memorized that particular piece, even if she didn’t heed the value of it. The trouble was, Kaylie always thought she was happy. But now she was beginning to realize that it was all an illusion. She liked being pretty and getting
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