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palm of his hands, her dad would say, âThat jokerâs a smooth operator.â From what little she could tell about Kerryngton, he certainly qualified. Now she was the one standing there thinking about him. She momentarily left the crowd and placed his card in her contemporary-styled office on top of her desk. Then it dawned on her. How did he know her last name? She hadnât told him that. She had a feeling that she would be seeing him again.
Seven
Spade needed to work to get his mind off of his cancer and Bria. He booked some studio time to work on his CD. He had a hard time focusing on work even though he spent most of his time in the studio hoping to get inspired. With everything going on he hadnât been able to eat, sleep, or concentrate. Bria had been on his mind even more than his condition. He tried to throw himself into his work, but he couldnât get into it. When he tried to write a song, everything sounded the same . . . like a country love song. He had it bad and couldnât stop pining away for Bria. Even when he tried to do freestyle raps he noticed that his timing wasnât right. His heart just wasnât in it.
âMan, whatâs up with you tonight?â his sound engineer asked.
Spade took off his headset and sulked. He thought going into the recording studio would help get his mind off Bria, but he was wrong. He kept wondering how the grand opening was going. Tempted to call Bria just to let her know he was thinking of her, he mentally reprimanded himself for being so selfish. Hearing her voice would make him feel better, but he knew hearing his would upset her. He didnât want to confuse the situation any more than he had already done. Tonight was a big deal for Bria, and he made the difficult decision to stay away. He just hoped and prayed she would be able to forgive him someday.
âI donât know. Iâm just not feeling it,â he finally admitted.
âI thought tonight was your girlâs grand opening. Why are you here instead of there?â
Spade didnât think he could feel any worse than he already did, but this line of questioning made him sink to a lower level of low. At the time when he made the spur-of-the-moment decision to break up with Bria he had forgotten all about the opening of her spa. He thought he was making the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of love. He wanted to spare her, even if it meant breaking both their hearts. Instead, he realized that not only had he deeply hurt the woman he loved, he quite possibly ruined one of the most important nights of her life. He felt like a complete and utter jerk.
Although he wasnât surprised that Bria hadnât called him to acknowledge the flowers he had sent her, he still felt disappointed. He had ordered those flowers weeks ago just to make sure theyâd arrive on time for Briaâs big event the second weekend in May. At the time, he hadnât wanted to risk the chance of him forgetting or getting too busy to place the order. He wondered if he had made matters worse. Since when did being thoughtful turn out to be a bad thing? he thought. Right about now, Spade felt like if it wasnât for bad luck he wouldnât have any luck at all.
He shook his head and his muscular shoulders slumped just a bit. âMan, we broke up,â he blurted out.
The sound engineer turned down the music. âWhat happened?â His New York accent was more evident than ever.
Spade could tell that what he was really asking was, âWhat did you do to mess this up, man? How did you blow it with one of the finest women in the A?â
Anyone who had ever seen Spade with Bria knew she was the best thing that ever happened to him. By nature, Spade could come off as straight to the point and hard core. Bria helped him to find the good out of life. She exposed him to art museums, plays, walks in the park, and sushi. She had him literally smelling flowers.
Before he could give a
Seven
Spade needed to work to get his mind off of his cancer and Bria. He booked some studio time to work on his CD. He had a hard time focusing on work even though he spent most of his time in the studio hoping to get inspired. With everything going on he hadnât been able to eat, sleep, or concentrate. Bria had been on his mind even more than his condition. He tried to throw himself into his work, but he couldnât get into it. When he tried to write a song, everything sounded the same . . . like a country love song. He had it bad and couldnât stop pining away for Bria. Even when he tried to do freestyle raps he noticed that his timing wasnât right. His heart just wasnât in it.
âMan, whatâs up with you tonight?â his sound engineer asked.
Spade took off his headset and sulked. He thought going into the recording studio would help get his mind off Bria, but he was wrong. He kept wondering how the grand opening was going. Tempted to call Bria just to let her know he was thinking of her, he mentally reprimanded himself for being so selfish. Hearing her voice would make him feel better, but he knew hearing his would upset her. He didnât want to confuse the situation any more than he had already done. Tonight was a big deal for Bria, and he made the difficult decision to stay away. He just hoped and prayed she would be able to forgive him someday.
âI donât know. Iâm just not feeling it,â he finally admitted.
âI thought tonight was your girlâs grand opening. Why are you here instead of there?â
Spade didnât think he could feel any worse than he already did, but this line of questioning made him sink to a lower level of low. At the time when he made the spur-of-the-moment decision to break up with Bria he had forgotten all about the opening of her spa. He thought he was making the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of love. He wanted to spare her, even if it meant breaking both their hearts. Instead, he realized that not only had he deeply hurt the woman he loved, he quite possibly ruined one of the most important nights of her life. He felt like a complete and utter jerk.
Although he wasnât surprised that Bria hadnât called him to acknowledge the flowers he had sent her, he still felt disappointed. He had ordered those flowers weeks ago just to make sure theyâd arrive on time for Briaâs big event the second weekend in May. At the time, he hadnât wanted to risk the chance of him forgetting or getting too busy to place the order. He wondered if he had made matters worse. Since when did being thoughtful turn out to be a bad thing? he thought. Right about now, Spade felt like if it wasnât for bad luck he wouldnât have any luck at all.
He shook his head and his muscular shoulders slumped just a bit. âMan, we broke up,â he blurted out.
The sound engineer turned down the music. âWhat happened?â His New York accent was more evident than ever.
Spade could tell that what he was really asking was, âWhat did you do to mess this up, man? How did you blow it with one of the finest women in the A?â
Anyone who had ever seen Spade with Bria knew she was the best thing that ever happened to him. By nature, Spade could come off as straight to the point and hard core. Bria helped him to find the good out of life. She exposed him to art museums, plays, walks in the park, and sushi. She had him literally smelling flowers.
Before he could give a
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