Rock with You (Risking It All) by Rachel Lacey Read Free Book Online

ice storm here in North Carolina.”
    “We?” Curiosity dripped from Donny’s voice.
    “Me, and the rest of the town. Couldn’t get out if I wanted to.”
    “Right, well, let me see what I can do. I’ll be in touch.” A click signaled the end of the call.
    Sam powered off his phone. He wasn’t checking it again until Carly had left. Donny and his hit-making duet would have to wait.
    “A duet, huh?” Carly said, coming to stand beside him at the window.
    “Yeah.”
    “I like it.” She smiled softly, her brown eyes twinkling with the reflection of the icicles outside.
    “Could be just what I need.”
    “I think so, too.” She gazed out the window. “It’s beautiful out there.”
    So was she, her hair loose and wavy, dressed in his shirt and sweatpants. He picked up his guitar.
    “So beautiful,” he sang. “The world melts away when I look in her eyes.”
    “I could listen to you sing all day.” She slid onto his knees, the guitar between them.
    “I could sing to you all day.” He leaned forward to kiss her. He’d written four songs since he met her yesterday. At this rate, he’d have enough music written to record a new album once Donny got that flight chartered. But after a month of biding his time in Haven, waiting to escape, now that he was truly trapped, he no longer wanted to leave.
    He sang what he had so far on the song he was calling “Crazy Beautiful” while Carly leaned in close, watching him play. When he’d finished, there were tears in her eyes.
    “That was beautiful,” she said. “Thank you.”
    He set his guitar on the floor and tugged her closer.
    She pressed a kiss against his lips. “You’ve done it.”
    “Done what?”
    “Written your next big hit.”
    “You think so?”
    She nodded. “I can’t wait to listen to it in my headphones while I bake.”
    He chuckled. “I can just see you now. I’d love to see you bake sometime, you know.”
    “I’d love to see you sing. Really sing. Up onstage.” Her sunny eyes clouded. “You’ll be flying home when the roads clear up, right? I don’t even know where you live. This is so weird.”
    Yeah, it was weird. This felt like so much more than a casual hookup, and he didn’t even know her last name. “I live in Calabasas, outside Los Angeles, and yeah, I’m going home soon.” Much sooner than he’d thought. He rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t know your last name, Beautiful Carly from the Bakery.”
    “Taylor. Carly Taylor.” Her brow scrunched. “Do you do this a lot? Sleep with women you barely know?”
    Well, hell, they were getting into it now. “Have I? Yes. Do I make a habit of it? No.”
    “I haven’t,” she whispered. “I’ve never even kissed a man the same day I met him.”
    “Do you regret it?”
    She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Not even a little bit. Soon I’ll go back to my bakery, and you’ll go home to California, but I’ll never regret a single minute of this.”
    “Good.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “I need you to know that this isn’t just meaningless sex for me either, Carly. The circumstances are crazy weird, but this is something special. I mean that.”
    She blinked quickly. “That better not be a line, Mr. Fancy Pants Rock Star.”
    He chuckled. “You’ll have to take my word for it. No lines.”
    She scooted closer in his arms. “So tell me about your life in LA. What do you do when women aren’t flinging their panties at you onstage?”
    “Business shit takes up a painful amount of my day. What photo goes on the next single, what brand of water should I be seen drinking on tour.” He hesitated. “Why did my last album sell five million fewer copies than the others?”
    She sucked in a breath. “Really?”
    He nodded. “It was a commercial flop. That’s why my manager sent me out here to the mountains. Between that and the mess with Manuela, he needed me out of the spotlight for a few months until he came up with a splashy way to