The Pianist (West Coast Soulmates #1) by Carla Krae

Author:Carla Krae
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: first love, rock star romance, evil twin, pianists, new adult contemporary romance, rockstar contemporary romance, rockstar series, twentysomething fiction, rockstar love story, keyboard players
Publisher: Willowick Publishing

Chapter Twenty

Mike

Hannah had a longer drive home from Griffith Park than I did, so I waited what I hoped would be long enough and dialed her number.

Voice mail.

I hung up and paced the condo. Maybe she stopped for food on the way. Patience, dude.

Call back, leave a message, leave it at that. Don’t be overeager, don’t be a stalker.

That’s what my friends would tell me to do.

But despite sending her home, I didn’t want the night to be over, either. I wanted to hear her voice, make sure she got home okay, listen to her fuss about finding places for all the stuff I bought her.

I did go overboard there, but it was fun. Making her smile and laugh was the best feeling I’d had in I didn’t know when. Now I knew why Jake and Dylan looked like they did when they got the same reactions from their ladies. It made you feel like Superman.

Stepping out on the balcony, I watched the sun set, then called Hannah again.

“Hello?”

“Hey. Are you home?”

“Just in the door. Did you forget something?”

“No. Wanted to know you got back safely.”

“Oh. Thanks. Yep. Car in the garage and all that.”

“Did you bring in your loot?”

“After dinner.”

“What did you stop for?”

“Subway.” All short, concise answers.

“…Do you want me to let you go so you can eat?”

“Um, I can put you on speaker if you want to listen to me chew.”

I chuckled. “It’s up to you.”

“Then I’m going to go.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Bye.” She hung up.

I should’ve texted. That was awkward. She sounded pleasant enough, but… Fuck, Mike, don’t get neurotic now.

Grab a beer, fire up the Playstation, and chill out.

But we hadn’t made plans past today and I didn’t know what to do. Or when. I’d call her tomorrow, but then? She might not want to go out two days in a row. Might have plans. Might not want to see me. Dating a girl at school had been a lot easier—you saw each other in classes, had the same hours… I didn’t know how to do this now.

Maybe I’d text instead of call. More casual, right? Less pressure?

Yeah.

I’d do my morning run, get breakfast, then send a text about next weekend.

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