Our Secret Song: A sweet brother's best friend, rockstar romance (For Love and Rock Book 1) by Emily Childs

Author:Emily Childs [Childs, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Victorious
Published: 2021-08-13T04:00:00+00:00

On Monday, my appointment with the label stylists was canceled. He never took credit, but to thank Bridger without being too obvious, I made his favorite green chili enchiladas after my orientation.

After the enchiladas, his gratitude came by leaving the keys to his jeep to drive to my classes with an explicit note that if I scratch it, he’ll sell my copy of Jane Eyre.

My classes take up my mornings with one extra online class, and I already love it.

I even survive the entire week without shouting to the university that I’m ‘with’ Bridger Cole.

Truth be told, we haven’t seen much of each other since Mallorie’s visit. He spends his time in the studio with the guys. Enigma insists on a new album by winter, and Becca hinted that they’ve been in a bit of a slump. Bridger works the lyrics for the band most of the time. Adam and Tate work melodies. I’m not sure where Lance fits in.

With the amount of time they’re working, hopefully it means they’re finding their groove.

On Friday, I set out the few groceries I bought, ready to make Mama Holly’s famous mac ‘n cheese she always made us as kids. I figured today he might need a little more comfort food.

Monday is the day. The bomb-dropping day. Nadia’s book is going live.

As I’m shredding cheese, the door to the kitchen opens and Bridger steps inside. His body screams fatigue, but his eyes are bright, like grass after rain.

“Hey, Al.”

I give him a look. “Hey, yourself. What’s with you? Why are you so happy? No, scratch that, why haven’t you insulted me today?”

He laughs and takes out a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. One right next to his devils. “No insults. I’m riding a high right now.”

My eyes widen, blood drains from my face.

Bridger chokes on his first drink and holds up a hand. “No, not like that, Al. Not like that.”

I let out a shaky breath. He crosses the space between us, surprising me. One hand holds the side of my face and I think of nothing but the warmth of his skin, the hint of clean laundry on his skin. The burn of his gaze.

“Never again,” he whispers.

I swallow with effort and nod as he pulls back. I’m not even ashamed to admit I wish he wouldn’t.

Bridger takes a seat in the breakfast nook. “We just scored six new songs in five days. Six. It all . . . flowed. Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve been able to do that? I’m talking years.” He wears a boyish grin. “I’ve missed this feeling.”

“Glad you finally pulled your head out.” I bend down into the cupboard for a pot. “What changed, do you think?”

Bridger doesn’t answer. He twists his soda can on the table, knee bouncing.

“Earth to Bridger.”

He takes another drink and shrugs. “You’re the only thing that has changed for me.”

My heart blocks my throat. I turn around, hoping he doesn’t see the heat rush that went straight to my head.

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