Higher Octave (Heavy Influence #2.5) by Ann Marie Frohoff

Author:Ann Marie Frohoff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, young adult, music, a, family relationships, love affairs love and loss, new adult, romance and contemporary, teen 15 and up, music and musicians

7

Little pink flowers budded on the tree limbs over my head as I sat on a cement park bench, down the street from the house I’d just rented, waiting for Gabe to drop off the keys to me. I’d taken the jaunt down the hill from my mom’s to grab some coffee, and didn’t really feel like walking back. I needed to clear my head. Bobby and I’d been stuck in the studio, recording song after song, and we’d finally finished nearly two weeks later. I’d stood in front of the house on 16th Street, proud of my choice. A two-story contemporary home with dark wood accents, high ceilings and a hot tub; clean lines and no fluff, just as I liked it. The only things that were missing were the canvases of Aly. I’d contemplated having Marty send them, but I just didn’t know how long I’d be there.

The home was fully furnished. All I had to do was grab my shit from my mom’s and move in. I was stoked to have a place of my own, finally, though my mother didn’t see it that way, since I’d be leaving on tour again at some point – “Why waste the money? How much are you spending anyway? It’s got to be upwards of at least eight thousand a month. It’s ridiculous for you to spend that.”

It was also ridiculous for me to have bought a place in New York across from Central Park and to be paying for it without having set foot in it for over three years. I shrugged at the thought as I sipped my coffee, making my way over to the park.

The location was perfect. Close enough to walk to downtown Manhattan Beach, with its grocery store, bars, restaurants and clothing stores. Everything I needed was within easy walking distance from my new home. My mom’s was just a little too out of the way, up and down a couple of hills. I didn’t need to be living with my mommy. I wouldn’t need Gabe or her to drive me around on bullshit errands. The highlight was that most people would leave me alone – there were no paparazzi in Manhattan Beach.

A screaming child and laughter caught my attention on the nearby playground, and I glanced over to see what all the shouting was about. Boys teasing and roughhousing, innocent laughter echoing all around from the children at play. I scanned the gated area, and my heart lurched into my throat when I saw Grace. I sunk into the bench, turning away, wondering if she saw me too. I never did call her; I wanted to, but I thought better of it. Reasoning with myself that I was too busy, that Gabe was right. I was no good for her. I snuck another look. Now, there she was again, tempting me. She was smiling and talking with some other woman, totally oblivious of my regard for her. I glanced around the street, looking for Gabe’s car and looked at the time.

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