Blue Shoes #1: New Adult Erotic Romance by Knight JJ

Author:Knight, JJ [Knight, JJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2014-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

After a hectic day at work, I’m happy to come home.

I open the door and hear music. Dylan’s already here, strumming away on his favorite old guitar.

I drop my purse and find him in the living room. He’s in a vintage designer chair, leaning back. The song sounds new. He’s lost in another world, his eyes closed while he plays. He hears my feet on the floor and gives me a smile and a nod, his eyes still closed.

He keeps strumming the acoustic guitar. “Working on a progression,” he explains.

I give him a quick kiss and take a seat on the sofa across from him. I curl my feet up underneath myself and relax, enjoying the private concert.

He keeps playing, frowning to himself as he plays chord combinations that aren’t right.

His old guitar looks even more scratched than when we first met. He must have a strong sentimental attachment to the thing, because people keep giving him guitars, and he insists on playing this one.

People go crazy over that guitar, too. We even got a huge offer from one of the big restaurant chains, but Dylan wouldn’t sell.

While he plays, I pull out my phone and arrange for dinner. We try to cook together when we can, but I can tell he won’t be torn away from the music tonight.

Forty minutes later, Riley and Amanda show up with our pizza.

Dylan opens his eyes and stops strumming. He sniffs the air.

“That’s right,” I tell him. “From your favorite place by the old firehall.”

Pizza wins over the guitar this round.

We have a nice dinner together, and the girls tease me that I never sleep over next door if Dylan’s home.

“Blame me,” Dylan says, grinning. “I won’t let her out of my sight.”

“Come over tonight,” Amanda begs. “Caleb got us a bunch of new games, and there’s a cool racing one.”

“Another time,” I promise them.

After we’re done with dinner, they return to their place next door, and Dylan and I settle down in the living room.

The evening is about as perfect as any we’ve had in the house.

Everything’s so calm and peaceful, until Dylan clicks on the television.

The first thing we see is footage of me from Saturday, running with the bridal gown box. The late-night show host laughs as they play the shot of me swinging at the photographers.

“Seriously?!” I yell at the TV. “It’s been two days. Haven’t they found someone else’s life to ruin since then?”

Dylan hits the button to rewind the footage. He presses pause and steps in close to the screen.

“Is that him?” His voice is shaking with anger. “That guy in the hat. He took the dress.” He punches his fist into his palm.

I cover my face with my hands. I can’t look at these images anymore. They make me want to crawl under the house and die.

Dylan growls, “That guy is dead when I get my hands on him.”

“No, don’t. An assault charge isn’t going to help.” I sit up higher on the couch, as though that’ll help him hear me better.

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