Sara's Song by Fern Michaels Read Free Book Online

it just to make yourself feel good. It’s a tiny shop called Sassy. They keep the stuff in boxes and not on models. Get an outfit that’s bright and colorful. A French manicure is a must. Go to Lisa and Company and get some sunglitz in your hair. A trim, too. Get those eyebrows more defined. You’re a mess, Sara.” Carly’s voice was so cheerful-sounding Sara couldn’t take offense.
    â€œIt’s just dinner, Carly, not an assignation.”
    â€œYou don’t know that.”
    â€œYou said he was still involved with someone. He said . . . what he said was it wasn’t good. He meant he followed your advice, and it didn’t turn out right. That could mean anything. If she didn’t take it well, that means she . . . might still be on the fringes. It makes me uncomfortable.”
    â€œYou’ll get over it! A dinner date with Dallas Lord! Woweeee! Stop looking at me like that, Sara. I swear I won’t tell anyone. I wonder what the brother is like. They never show pictures of him when they do those stories. Eagle-eyed, chiseled jaw, lean and mean. Let’s make a bet, Sara.”
    â€œDon’t be silly. Dallas said he’s the reason for his success.”
    â€œMaybe his financial success. His music is his own. No one can claim success for that except Dallas and his band. Rolling Stone magazine said Dallas Lord has more money than Michael Jackson. That’s a lot of money, Sara. I hate to say this, but he’s more famous than Elvis and Michael Jackson put together.” Carly clapped her hands in glee. “And my big sister, the doctor, has a date with him! Absolutely mind-boggling.”
    â€œI’m going to bed. His money doesn’t interest me. He was like this gentle, wounded bird. He’s worried he won’t fly again. Yes, he’s grieving for Billy Sweet, but it’s more than that. They were a support system for one another. He’s not sure if he can or if he wants to continue without his friend, and he’s going through a very real trauma right now. I don’t know what time I’ll be home tonight, so don’t wait up for me.”
    Carly grinned as she waved her index finger in Sara’s face. “Take notes!”
    Sara slid between the sheets as she rolled over on her side. She was asleep within minutes, dreaming not of Dallas Lord but Eric Evans.
    â€œYou tricked me, Eric. You stole my key to the drug cabinet. I cannot, I will not cover for you. You need help, Eric.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about. All I wanted was my guitar. You’re the one who put it in the drug cabinet. Adam said he could get me a real good price for it. He doesn’t like you, Sara. That’s why you’re so upset. Admit it. He has the combination to the gate, too. He isn’t going to like it when he sees you. It’s your turn now, Sara. You’ll see how it feels when your world is ripped out from under you.”
    â€œYou were abusing drugs, Eric. You were stealing from the drug cabinet using my key on my floor. That’s why you don’t have a life anymore. Did you ever love me, or was that all a lie, too?”
    â€œOf course it was ‘lie. It was all a lie. Sneaking around was the only thing that was exciting. How do you think you’re going to feel when Adam finds out you’re trying to steal Dallas out from under him? Dallas Lord and the Canyon River Band is Adam’s livelihood. He’s going to blame you, blame you, blame youuuuu.”
    Sara rolled over, and then sat up. She brushed at her hair as she stared at the bedside clock—12:10. She leaned back into her nest of pillows. She rarely dreamed of Eric Evans these days. Eric belonged to the past. Sara tried to burrow into the bed. Maybe she should just return the Jeep, take back her car, and go on with her life. Maybe the dream was an omen of some kind. Make up your mind, Sara. Being blind to something was what caused the problems with