Screw this.
I flip to a page in my notebook, scribble outIf you like it, someone else will too, rip the page out, and thrust it at him. Texting won’t work, but this will.
He takes it and stares at the note like he can’t read it.
Or possibly like my handwriting is terrible.
Very well could be that.
But after a long moment, his lips quirk up on one side.
He leans close enough to me to pluck my pen out of my hand, sets the paper on his thigh, scribbles something himself, and hands me back the paper.
Or I’ll burn all of my careers down in flames for taking such a wild left turn.
I roll my eyes.
He snatches the paper back and bends over it while he writes more, wrinkling the paper against his leg.
When he passes it back, our hands brush, sending a shiver up my forearm.
But when I read his note, a squeak of outrage slips out of my mouth.
I showed our old producer and he told me to keep my day job.
I grab the pen.Fuck him, I write back.
Cash snorts and takes the pen back from me.
A moment later, I have the most Cash Rivers answer I’ve ever seen, in or out of text message.He wasn’t my type, and even if he was, I hear he sucks in the sack.
I snicker.
This time when I take the pen back, it’s warm.
Likehe’s been holding itwarm.
I have a problem if I’m getting tingly in my lady bits over holding a pen that he held.
Definitely should’ve been snowed in with someone else.
Except I don’t think I’d be tolerating anyone else.
You should record the song and release it yourself, I write.
Songs, he writes back.
Excellent. Glad we’re on the same page. I look forward to hearing your self-produced album.
He slides me a look as he’s reading that last one.
Then he takes a long,longtime to write out an answer.
And when he does, I swear my heart stops again.
I’m getting tired of the Hollywood networking grind. I miss touring. I miss being on a live stage. But if I went out on tour with a solo album, people would show up for the shit show of watching me be bad, not for the talent.
“Are you freaking serious?” I say, my voice weird and loud in the peaceful atmosphere that the crackling fire and low light are giving us.
