Full Circle (Rockin' Country #3) by Laramie Briscoe Read Free Book Online Page B

would take them to the red carpet. Garrett had asked the question quietly, with a whisper she almost couldn’t hear.
    “Not with you here, I’m not. If I were by myself I would be.” She grasped their hands together. “With you, I feel like I have my strength.”
    “I’m a little nervous.” He squeezed her hand. “Only because I want this to happen for you. I could give a shit what people think about me, but you deserve this. You deserve the recognition and for everyone else to see how amazing you are.”
    She swallowed roughly against the lump in her throat. “I don’t need it. As long as you tell me things like that, I know things are perfect.”
    “I know you don’t need it, but I want it for you.”
    There was a knock on the window, and they were interrupted by one of the production assistants for the Grammys who directed them on how they should get out of the car and greet the reporters. It was the first in a long line of things they would be told to do for the night.
    They exited the limo and made their way onto the red carpet. As soon as they stood in front of the press line, they couldn’t hear anything other than their names.
    “How much does this remind you of the first night we met?” he whispered in her ear.
    She smiled, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, causing the crowd of photographers to go wild. “Best night of my life.”
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    “Next up, to perform the song that won an award earlier tonight for vocal event of the year, is everyone’s favorite newlywed couple Reaper and Harmony. Please welcome them to the stage.”
    The lights were down as they faced each other on stools, holding hands, one microphone between them. Hannah heard her cue, closed her eyes, and let the words fly from her mouth. The firm grip of Garrett’s hand kept hers from shaking, and she knew it was the same for him; adrenaline did crazy things to the body. When he began singing, she opened her eyes, seeing the brilliance of his green ones—for once he’d foregone sunglasses—and the love that showed there. They were lucky to be doing this together, and she knew it.
    As they finished singing, she realized how quiet it was in the building. Their voices faded, and there was a moment where no one did a thing, and she was nervous that they’d bombed this in a big way. Then, in a huge rush, everyone whistled, applauded, and gave them a standing ovation. Glancing over at Garrett, she registered the surprise on his face as well. Neither one of them had expected it. Not sure of how to react, she hugged him hard, burying her face in his chest as the emotions tumbled out of her. There was no one else in the world she knew she wanted to take this journey with, and she was blessed to be on it with him.

Chapter Eight
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    “W hy the fuck do you let this show make you cry?” Brad asked Hannah as the two of them sat in the back of the lounge. She’d been crying for the better part of fifteen minutes, and while the show hadn’t bothered him either way, he was sad for her. Havock didn’t know what to do and was curled at her feet, his head beside them, offering her silent comfort.
    “Opie died! How are you not crying?” She sobbed into her tissue
    “It’s a TV Show.” Brad laughed, pausing the remote. “You can’t take it this serious.”
    “But it’s such a good love story, and now he’s with Donna again, and oh my God, did you see Jax break down? I just want to hug him.” She sobbed quietly, folding the tissue into a neat square before wiping her nose.
    “I’m sure you want to do more with Jax than hug him,” he mumbled. He’d heard not only Hannah but Stacey talking about the things they’d like to do to the fictional character.
    “What the fuck happened?” Garrett asked as he came into the back room, taking in his crying wife and his laughing friend.
    “Opie died,” she explained to him, crying even more as she huffed out a breath.
    “Who?” His eyebrows came together in