Nashville - Part One - Ready to Reach ( A Contemporary Romance) by Inglath Cooper

Author:Inglath Cooper [Cooper, Inglath]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fence Free Entertainment, LLC
Published: 2012-10-03T23:00:00+00:00

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4

Holden

Sarah’s voice is soft and full of regret. I’m human, so it feels good to know that she wishes she’d come with us.

“I miss you so much,” she says, and I can hear she’s been crying.

“I miss you, too, baby.” And I do. Way down deep to the core of me. Which in no way explains why I’d been out here wanting to kiss CeCe a few minutes ago, a girl I’d just met today.

“Everything feels empty without you. My bed, my apartment, the whole city of Atlanta feels empty without you.”

Pride had kept her from saying any of this when I’d left early yesterday morning. Had it only been a day? Somehow, it feels like weeks since I had seen her.

“You know I want you here, too, Sarah. I never wanted to do this alone.”

“And if I hadn’t just gotten this promotion, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.”

“I know.” And I do. Sarah has a great job with an advertising firm in Atlanta. She’s actually putting her college degree to use, and while, for her, singing with us was a side thing, something she did at night and on weekends, it’s never been that for us.

For Thomas and me, music is THE thing, the ONLY thing we want to do.

Sometimes I think I could be happy living on an island eating bananas if all I had to do to survive was write and play.

Sarah grew up with a father who preached job security as the holy grail, the reason a person went to college in the first place, a means to increasing the likelihood that you would never be laid off, never wake up one morning to find that your livelihood had been snatched out from under you.

In all fairness, that’s exactly what happened to him when Sarah was ten years old. They’d lost their house, their car, everything. Pretty much all they’d had left was the college fund he had put aside for Sarah. I guess the thought of her squandering it by taking a shot on something less than for sure is more than he could stomach.

The sad thing is Sarah has a voice like an angel. I don’t think she has any idea how good she really is. Maybe because it’s not important to her in that way. Her voice is part of who she is, like the color of her hair, her height, or that she’s a good runner. It doesn’t define her.

As much as I love her, I know this is always going to be the fence between us.

“Did you play the Bluebird tonight?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I say.

“How did it go?”

“It went great. Thomas sang the house down.” I don’t mention CeCe. It feels like I’ve left a big gaping hole in the truth of our day. Bringing up the fact that we picked up a girl on I-40 whose car caught on fire and then let her sing with us at the Bluebird when the person singing with us should have been Sarah, isn’t a direction I want to take our conversation in.

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