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Authors: R.C. Martin
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Giuseppe’s is a close second.”
The words are out before I can think through my admission. I don’t know why I told him that. I don’t talk about my life back in Jersey—not with anyone.
“Alright,” he says with another shrug. “You sure that’s your favorite place?”
“Yes, Sage, I’m sure,” I reply, both amused and confused by his reaction.
“Okay, then. That’s where I’ll take you. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Okay.”
He pops the last bite of his cake into his mouth as he checks the time and then stands to his feet. “I’ve got to jet. The guys and I are auditioning a couple bass players this afternoon. Wish me luck?”
“Good luck,” I say, and mean it.
He leans down and presses a quick kiss against my lips. “Thanks, doll face.” He kisses me one more time before he heads for the door. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Oh, I will,” I chuckle. He looks back over his shoulder as he steps back into the hallway and offers me a wink. “Wait, Sage?” I ask, standing from my chair. He stops and leans into the room, bracing his hands on either side of the doorframe. “Thank you—for the coffee cake.”
“Any time, gorgeous.”
I WAKE WITH A start, sitting bolt upright as I search for my clock. I squint, in need of my glasses as I look to the wall to see what time it is. I barely make out that it’s a quarter after nine. “Shit,” I mutter, jumping out of bed. I must have forgotten to set my phone alarm before I was knocked out. It was a rough night.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I open my bedroom door and spot that no one is in the bathroom. Then, I waste no time before hopping in the shower. I make sure to grab my toothbrush along the way. As I wash my junk, I scrub my teeth— who says men can’t multitask? I’m headed back to my room, a towel around my waist, when I run into Violet. In little more than one of JJ’s t-shirts, she emerges from his bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Her short, blonde hair is a mess from sleep and I can’t help but chuckle. She’s kind of cute first thing in the morning.
“Hey,” she grumbles. I know that she didn’t have nearly as much to drink last night as the rest of us, in her attempts to stay sober enough to mediate the fucking Mountains & Men pity party, but I can tell she feels the effects of last night, too. “Oh, good. You’re up.” She yawns. “I wanted to check. I know you said you had someplace important to be this morning.”
“I do. Thanks for checking. I have to move my ass if I don’t want to be late, though.”
“Mmm. Yeah. Don’t let me keep you,” she mumbles, shooing me away with her hand before she closes herself in the bathroom.
God. Sometimes, I don’t know what we’d do without that girl. She belongs to JJ, but she looks out for all of us. Shit—she’s one of us.
It takes me two minutes to throw on some clothes. I slide my glasses on my face and, not even bothering with my hair, I scoop up Maestro and head downstairs. I let him out back, giving him the chance to do his business while I fill a bag with some food for him and grab his leash. When I call him inside, he’s obedient and comes running. He follows me through the house and out the front door to my car, jumping in when I open up the passenger side for him. I know I’m running late, but I decide to make a quick pit stop. I’m sure she’ll forgive my tardiness if I bring her a peace offering.
Ten minutes later, I’m jogging into Little Bird, begging the powers that be that there isn’t a line a mile long. Just my luck, Tabitha and Brandon are both behind the counter. By the looks of the full lobby, I just missed the craziness.
“Hey, Sage. What’s up?” asks Tabbi.
“I need a sixteen-ounce soy, caramel latte—extra hot and as fast as possible. I’m late.” I rattle off my order and then offer her a pleading grin.
“Coming right up,” she hums, returning my smile with a flirty one of her own.
The girl has it bad. Not to
The words are out before I can think through my admission. I don’t know why I told him that. I don’t talk about my life back in Jersey—not with anyone.
“Alright,” he says with another shrug. “You sure that’s your favorite place?”
“Yes, Sage, I’m sure,” I reply, both amused and confused by his reaction.
“Okay, then. That’s where I’ll take you. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Okay.”
He pops the last bite of his cake into his mouth as he checks the time and then stands to his feet. “I’ve got to jet. The guys and I are auditioning a couple bass players this afternoon. Wish me luck?”
“Good luck,” I say, and mean it.
He leans down and presses a quick kiss against my lips. “Thanks, doll face.” He kisses me one more time before he heads for the door. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Oh, I will,” I chuckle. He looks back over his shoulder as he steps back into the hallway and offers me a wink. “Wait, Sage?” I ask, standing from my chair. He stops and leans into the room, bracing his hands on either side of the doorframe. “Thank you—for the coffee cake.”
“Any time, gorgeous.”
I WAKE WITH A start, sitting bolt upright as I search for my clock. I squint, in need of my glasses as I look to the wall to see what time it is. I barely make out that it’s a quarter after nine. “Shit,” I mutter, jumping out of bed. I must have forgotten to set my phone alarm before I was knocked out. It was a rough night.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I open my bedroom door and spot that no one is in the bathroom. Then, I waste no time before hopping in the shower. I make sure to grab my toothbrush along the way. As I wash my junk, I scrub my teeth— who says men can’t multitask? I’m headed back to my room, a towel around my waist, when I run into Violet. In little more than one of JJ’s t-shirts, she emerges from his bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Her short, blonde hair is a mess from sleep and I can’t help but chuckle. She’s kind of cute first thing in the morning.
“Hey,” she grumbles. I know that she didn’t have nearly as much to drink last night as the rest of us, in her attempts to stay sober enough to mediate the fucking Mountains & Men pity party, but I can tell she feels the effects of last night, too. “Oh, good. You’re up.” She yawns. “I wanted to check. I know you said you had someplace important to be this morning.”
“I do. Thanks for checking. I have to move my ass if I don’t want to be late, though.”
“Mmm. Yeah. Don’t let me keep you,” she mumbles, shooing me away with her hand before she closes herself in the bathroom.
God. Sometimes, I don’t know what we’d do without that girl. She belongs to JJ, but she looks out for all of us. Shit—she’s one of us.
It takes me two minutes to throw on some clothes. I slide my glasses on my face and, not even bothering with my hair, I scoop up Maestro and head downstairs. I let him out back, giving him the chance to do his business while I fill a bag with some food for him and grab his leash. When I call him inside, he’s obedient and comes running. He follows me through the house and out the front door to my car, jumping in when I open up the passenger side for him. I know I’m running late, but I decide to make a quick pit stop. I’m sure she’ll forgive my tardiness if I bring her a peace offering.
Ten minutes later, I’m jogging into Little Bird, begging the powers that be that there isn’t a line a mile long. Just my luck, Tabitha and Brandon are both behind the counter. By the looks of the full lobby, I just missed the craziness.
“Hey, Sage. What’s up?” asks Tabbi.
“I need a sixteen-ounce soy, caramel latte—extra hot and as fast as possible. I’m late.” I rattle off my order and then offer her a pleading grin.
“Coming right up,” she hums, returning my smile with a flirty one of her own.
The girl has it bad. Not to
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