chewed on her thumbnail while she waited. Two rings passed before a groggy voice said, “Do you know what fucking time it is?”
“I know. Sorry.” Giddiness caused Grace’s voice to rise. “I couldn’t help myself. I did it!”
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Holly grumbled.
“I finished it.” Grace moved to the window and looked out at the falling snow. “Holly, it all just came to me. Both songs. And they’re good. No, not just good, they’re amazing. I have that feeling. You know, the one that tells you this is it ? Oh my God. I’ve never written anything so awesome before.”
Holly was silent on the other end of the line. Then said, “Really? Play me a few bars.”
Grace started to hum the first few lines of the second song, then changed her mind. “No, I still need to flesh a few things out, and I don’t want you to hear anything until they’re totally polished. But trust me…this is it. You were right! I still can’t believe how right you were. I’ll never question you again.”
Holly chuckled. “Does this mean you dragged McDreamy back to your room?”
Not just dragged. Ravished. Several times.
Warmth curled all through Grace’s body. “Possibly.”
“Is he still there?”
“Yeah, he’s asleep.”
“What does he do?”
“Um, he’s a professional skier. Totally not my type.”
Holly hesitated. “Are you going to see him again?”
Was she? A wicked flare burned in the center of Grace’s belly. She wanted to. She really liked Brian—more than she’d expected. And it wasn’t just about sex—though that had been the best she’d had in…well, for ever . No, what intrigued her most was that there was something dark and mysterious about him, something she sensed he kept closed off from most people, something she had the strangest sense she was breaking through. And the thought of uncovering that made every cell in her body tremble with exhilaration.
But…he didn’t even know her real name. She’d lied to him, and when he found out everything she’d told him was false, he might not be as crazy for her as he’d been last night.
“I don’t know,” she said, the thought of not seeing him again more depressing than she’d expected. “I doubt it. He lives here. I live in Nashville. Plus, this was just a one-night thing.”
Holly was quiet for several moments, then said, “Probably smart. As you said, the last thing you need is a man.”
True, but…if she were going to fall for a man, Grace had a feeling Brian was the kind of guy that could make her tumble head over heels.
“What are you going to do today?” Holly asked.
Grace glanced toward the bedroom again. What she wanted to do was go in there and wake Brian up with her mouth. “I…don’t know.”
“Wow, you do have it bad.” Holly sighed. “You know what? You need to get away from the guy before you do something stupid. Fuck him again if you want, just to get it out of your system, but don’t forget what’s important. You don’t need some guy grabbing on to your coattails when you’re about to hit it big.”
There was that not so subtle thing again.
“I don’t know,” Grace mumbled. “Maybe I’ll just spend the day skiing.”
‘There you go,” Holly said. “Send McDreamy packing, then go and have fun.”
Grace looked back at the bedroom door. Holly was right. She didn’t need a guy confusing her priorities, but for reasons she didn’t want to examine too closely just yet, she wasn’t ready to let this one go.
Her stomach tossed, and perspiration dotted her forehead. She said good-bye to Holly and stared at the bedroom door. She was only going to be here another night or two now that she’d written her songs. And she really didn’t want to spend them alone. If Brian was up for it, she wanted to spend them with him.
She gnawed on her lip again. If, that was, he didn’t hate her after she told him the truth.
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