The Rhythm Method: A Stage Dive Novella by Kylie Scott

Author:Kylie Scott [Scott, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Stage Dive, 1001 Dark Nights, Kylie Scott, contemporary romance, rock star
Publisher: 1001 Dark Nights Press
Published: 2021-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

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The flowers arrived about an hour later. I didn’t know where David had gone, but I was glad for the breathing room. And for the sweet scent of peony roses. The baby was fast asleep, and my stress levels were easing back to a more normal level. At least, they were until I opened the card attached to the vase.

I may have behaved inappropriately last night. Love, Mal.

I stared at the gift in surprise. “Huh.”

Not from my husband. Okay. A little disappointing, but still nice to receive. I hadn’t received flowers since Paris. Damn, that had been a good night. A baby-making night, most likely, given the timing. Now David and I were fighting, and everything was bleh. Though my son was healthy and happy, and that was great. I just wish my husband and I could say the same. About being happy. We were healthy enough, give or take his hangover.

Maybe I should try him on his cell. And say what? We fought a lot in our first year of marriage, but then things calmed down. All of the boundaries had been set. Expectations established, and so on. Guess we needed to go through that again, as a family this time. As new parents.

A knock on the door had me placing the peonies on the table.

“Ma’am,” said Harry the doorman. He held two more vases of flowers, one in each arm. Roses and wildflowers. One bouquet was in a crystal vase, the other was in a rustic wooden box. “More arrived when I went back down. Shall I carry them in for you? They’re a little heavy.”

“Thank you. That would be great.” I got out of the man’s way as he placed them alongside the first bouquet. This was…unexpected. And I couldn’t help the little light in my heart that hoped they were from David this time.

Harry left, and I opened up the next card.

No really. It was my bad. Don’t blame yourself. Love, Mal.

I set the card aside and looked to heaven. Malcolm was apparently on a roll. An apologetic one, but still. “Give me strength. I wasn’t blaming myself, you fool.”

Then I picked up the third, and hopefully last, card. Though getting flowers was kind of great.

Oh, fine. I forgive you. Let’s forget it ever happened. Love, Mal.

I laughed and shook my head. Tiredness makes you receptive to the silliest of humor. It’s the truth. And this was exactly how the drummer got away with being crazy all the damn time. He was charming despite everything.

Still no sign of or word from David. Which sucked. But I hadn’t been in the wrong, and he needed to get with the program. And, oh man. I just wanted everything to be okay. To get everything back under control. Life without a plan was not smooth sailing.

However, one thing motherhood had taught me was to rest when you could. That, and never wake a sleeping baby. Since my hair was already reasonably clean and my black sweats

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