Fall with Me (Sixth Street Bands Book 2) by Jayne Frost

Author:Jayne Frost [Frost, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: rock star novella
Publisher: Sixth Street Press
Published: 2016-12-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Standing at the foot of the stairs leading to Mel’s apartment, the five foot Douglas fir Christmas tree balanced on my shoulder, I cursed my stupidity. The lot had a delivery service, but made it clear they wouldn’t be making any runs tonight. So I decided to go it on my own, telling the attendant to wrap it up and put it in the bed of my truck.

The guys didn’t bat an eyelash, because of course, they’d assumed I was buying the tree for myself. Only Lily picked up on the obvious.

“That tree looks a little small,” she'd noted, blinking up at me with doe eyes. “Unless you're going to put it in the bathroom or something.”

She was right. The ceilings at my place were twenty feet high. But I’d already calculated the space Mel had in her tiny living room and the little Douglas fir I picked out was pushing it. Not to mention the problem I was now facing—getting the damn thing up the narrowest stairwell known to man. Gripping the bag of ornaments I’d picked up at Wal-Mart, I let out a sigh and then began my ascent. By the time I made it to Mel’s landing, my hands were full of sap and I’m pretty sure I’d busted more than a couple of the delicate glass bulbs by cracking the bags against the walls in the narrow passageway.

Propping the tree against the wall next to Mel’s door, I dug into my pocket to fish out her key. When soft noises drifted from inside the apartment, I stilled.

“Very late.”

That’s the vague answer Mel had given me when I’d asked her how long she’d be busy with her “plans.”

Before I could think better of it, my fist shot out to bang against the flimsy wood.

The look on Mel’s face when she found me on the stoop was like a punch to the gut.

“Christian.” She hurried onto the welcome mat, pulling the door closed behind her. “What are you doing here?”

What the fuck was I doing here?

I glanced over Mel’s flannel pajamas, messy hair, and freshly scrubbed face. Since my voice was trapped behind the lump in my throat, I motioned to the Christmas tree.

“I, uh,” clearing my throat, I rubbed the back of my neck, “was going to surprise you. But I guess I was the one who was in for a surprise.”

Mel’s lips parted, then closed. When she tried again with the same result, I gave her a wry smile and then turned on my heel.

“Have a good night, Melody,” I called, taking the steps two at a time.

The blood pounding in my ears wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sound of her bare feet slapping the concrete behind me.

“Christian, wait.”

Wait?

Not a chance. I sucked in a deep breath, resisting the urge to sprint. Mel’s voice got closer, more insistent.

“Please!” Jogging to my side, she grabbed my arm. “You don’t understand.”

As she stood there, trying to catch her breath, the white-hot anger bubbling beneath my skin boiled over like a simmering cauldron.

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