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there. Not without you.”
Her chest squeezed, and she couldn’t draw breath. “What?”
“I need you. I miss you. Please come to LA with me, even if it’s just for a few days.”
“But…my shop—”
Sam glanced over his shoulder with a smile. “Maybe your grandmother would be willing to take over the reins for a few days?”
Marlene popped out of her seat, grinning like a fool. “Oh, yes. Take as long as you need.”
Carly scrunched her brow. “But why LA? Why not stay here in Haven for a few days? I don’t see what difference it makes…”
“Because I know we could make it here in Haven. Carly, I’m falling for you. Hell, I think I’ve already fallen.”
“What?” Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. He was falling for her? Was he saying…
He reached across the counter and took her hands in his. “And if I need to move here to make this work, I will. But a part of my life will always be in LA. I want to share that part of myself with you. So what do you say, will you come with me?”
“Say yes, Carly,” her grandmother urged from behind him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Now you need to go around the counter and kiss her,” Marlene told Sam.
“Yes, ma’am.” He walked to the end of the counter, lifted the gate, and walked into her arms. He pulled her up against him and kissed her until everything that had been out of balance since she’d left his house last week fell back into place.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Me, too.” Her arms tightened around him. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“You said we shouldn’t see each other again, and I wanted to respect your wishes, Carly, I really did. But nothing felt right after I left. The whole time I was recording that duet, I was thinking about you, missing you. I was afraid I was being selfish by wanting to see you again because the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. But then I thought…what if it hurts more to just walk away before we give ourselves a chance? I want a chance with you, Carly.”
“I want that, too. More than anything.” She pressed her face against his chest. His heart thumped against her cheek. “We might totally rock together.”
“I know we will, baby. We already do.”
And that sounded like music to her ears.
Epilogue
S he would never get used to the noise. Carly looked out the window of their limousine, watching the crowd converge around them. It was thick with women, all screaming Sam’s name at the top of their lungs.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
She nodded.
He pushed open the back door of the limo and stood, his hand still locked on hers. She scooted across the seat and stood behind him, momentarily dazzled by all the commotion. Cameras flashed, cell phones were thrust in their faces, and the screaming intensified. Two big guys with security badges cleared a path for them through the crowd.
Sam gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, then released it to greet his fans as they slowly made their way toward the back entrance of the Avalon Hollywood, where he was hosting a release party tonight for his new album, Hot as Ice .
She watched as he shook hands, signed autographs, and posed for selfies with the throng of fans gathered outside the theater. She’d seen him in action a few times already, but tonight was the biggest event they had attended together, and wow, this was really part of her life now.
Sam signed a final autograph, then turned with a warm smile to take her hand. “Ready?”
She nodded and followed him inside. They were whisked upstairs to a room bursting with people. Carly spotted a few familiar faces—Sam’s publicist, his manager, his parents. She saw a few other famous faces she recognized, too, including Tina Torrey. The place was packed with enough star power to set her head spinning.
Sam’s new album was playing over the sound system—songs she’d first heard those days they’d been iced in
Her chest squeezed, and she couldn’t draw breath. “What?”
“I need you. I miss you. Please come to LA with me, even if it’s just for a few days.”
“But…my shop—”
Sam glanced over his shoulder with a smile. “Maybe your grandmother would be willing to take over the reins for a few days?”
Marlene popped out of her seat, grinning like a fool. “Oh, yes. Take as long as you need.”
Carly scrunched her brow. “But why LA? Why not stay here in Haven for a few days? I don’t see what difference it makes…”
“Because I know we could make it here in Haven. Carly, I’m falling for you. Hell, I think I’ve already fallen.”
“What?” Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. He was falling for her? Was he saying…
He reached across the counter and took her hands in his. “And if I need to move here to make this work, I will. But a part of my life will always be in LA. I want to share that part of myself with you. So what do you say, will you come with me?”
“Say yes, Carly,” her grandmother urged from behind him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Now you need to go around the counter and kiss her,” Marlene told Sam.
“Yes, ma’am.” He walked to the end of the counter, lifted the gate, and walked into her arms. He pulled her up against him and kissed her until everything that had been out of balance since she’d left his house last week fell back into place.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Me, too.” Her arms tightened around him. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“You said we shouldn’t see each other again, and I wanted to respect your wishes, Carly, I really did. But nothing felt right after I left. The whole time I was recording that duet, I was thinking about you, missing you. I was afraid I was being selfish by wanting to see you again because the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. But then I thought…what if it hurts more to just walk away before we give ourselves a chance? I want a chance with you, Carly.”
“I want that, too. More than anything.” She pressed her face against his chest. His heart thumped against her cheek. “We might totally rock together.”
“I know we will, baby. We already do.”
And that sounded like music to her ears.
Epilogue
S he would never get used to the noise. Carly looked out the window of their limousine, watching the crowd converge around them. It was thick with women, all screaming Sam’s name at the top of their lungs.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
She nodded.
He pushed open the back door of the limo and stood, his hand still locked on hers. She scooted across the seat and stood behind him, momentarily dazzled by all the commotion. Cameras flashed, cell phones were thrust in their faces, and the screaming intensified. Two big guys with security badges cleared a path for them through the crowd.
Sam gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, then released it to greet his fans as they slowly made their way toward the back entrance of the Avalon Hollywood, where he was hosting a release party tonight for his new album, Hot as Ice .
She watched as he shook hands, signed autographs, and posed for selfies with the throng of fans gathered outside the theater. She’d seen him in action a few times already, but tonight was the biggest event they had attended together, and wow, this was really part of her life now.
Sam signed a final autograph, then turned with a warm smile to take her hand. “Ready?”
She nodded and followed him inside. They were whisked upstairs to a room bursting with people. Carly spotted a few familiar faces—Sam’s publicist, his manager, his parents. She saw a few other famous faces she recognized, too, including Tina Torrey. The place was packed with enough star power to set her head spinning.
Sam’s new album was playing over the sound system—songs she’d first heard those days they’d been iced in
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