Dollhouse: A Rock Star Romance (The Revolver Duet Book 2) by Thea Lawrence

Author:Thea Lawrence [Lawrence, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-20T00:00:00+00:00

Dear Prudence

DAMIEN

DAY TWO, TUESDAY

“Fuuuuuuck!”

Phoebe’s bellows have been echoing through the halls for the past hour or so, as Damien’s been working in the kitchen.

His initial plan for the evening was to make them a nice relaxing meal, and then to take her to bed, but when he came home the energy in her office was nothing short of chaotic. Damien wipes his hands on a dish towel and pokes his head out of the kitchen.

“You need anything, babydoll?”

“A new brain!” She shouts. “You got one in the fridge?”

“Sorry, fresh out. Used it up at the studio,” he teases.

Her laughter is a little hollow, but he’ll take it. He’s never seen her on a deadline before, and it’s a lot scarier than he imagined.

He grabs a glass out of the cupboard and pours her a generous amount of wine, carrying it to her office where he finds her hunched over her typewriter. She looks absolutely defeated, her head in her hands, and balled up pieces of paper scattered all over her desk and the floor. He noticed a couple of paper balls in the hallway when he first came in; she must have been playing with Maverick when he came home. Now she’s probably trying to make up for lost time.

Damien puts the glass down on her desk and wraps his arms around her.

“Maybe you should take a break. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“I don’t have time to take a break,” she sighs, frustration lacing her words. “I’ve barely written a damn thing all day.”

“I think these tell a different story,” he mutters, gesturing down at the crumpled pieces of paper all around her. “You must have written at least… 20 pages? Jesus, was this all today?”

“Yeah, and that’d be great if they weren’t all terrible. I can’t even settle on a goddamn title,” she groans, throwing herself back in her chair and looking up at him. “This fucking sucks.”

His heart aches for her. It’s the first time they’ve hit any sort of speed bump he couldn’t at least help with a little bit. And maybe there is something he could do, who knows, but he doesn’t know what it could possibly be.

“Come on, Pheebs, take a break, then you can come back in with a fresh perspective.”

“Is that an order?”

Her face is stoney, and he can’t tell if the question is playful or serious.

“Let’s call it… a suggestion,” he replies. “I made chicken and those little roasted potatoes you love, I promise you’ll feel at least a little bit better.”

“Wait.” She snatches up a little stack of papers sitting next to her typewriter. “Can you read these? It doesn’t have to be right this second, but I… I need to know what you think. The other drafts weren’t good, and… well you’ve seen what happened to them. I don’t know how I feel about this batch yet.”

The uncertainty in her eyes makes him want to swoop in and rescue her, but she’s the only person who can write this story. And what would he even be saving her from?

“Hand it over, gorgeous.

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