Knox got the message and left, closing the door behind him.
“I need to think about this,” Courtney said, crossing her arms under her breasts. “I don’t want to make the wrong decision here.”
He nodded. “Yeah. When you’re ready to make your decision, I’ll be hanging out on my pirate ship.” He stood, already making plans for a night alone. He’d order kale chips and dinner from Just BE Kitchen and enjoy his own company.
Maybe he’d even take it on himself to go get a haircut. It’d been, what, like three years since he’d last cut his hair?
Yeah. That sounded good.
Look at him. He had plans.
Chapter Fifteen
Bax
Bax was a singer.He didn’t enjoy playing instruments, but was okay on the piano thanks to ten years of lessons, and he’d written a few songs here and there.
The byline helped with his rocker credibility, but drafting didn’t come naturally to him, which was why he rarely had to scratch the itch of song creation.
Today was different. After taking Courtney on a tour of the houses, and then spending a night in his new digs, he’d found himself sketching out some lines. In the light of day, he tried his hand at that new song gnawing at him.
Strike that. This was not a song.
Only lyrics.
Once he got them sorted, he’d hand it off to Knox or Linx, and they would turn it into actual music.
The lyrics weren’t gritty like their last album, didn’t push any envelopes.
Also, not sunshine and rainbows. That was what he should be writing. He was going to be a dad. Things were good. He should focus on the good. The part of his life he looked forward to.
A tour.
The baby.
But that wasn’t what his brain spewed onto the paper. No, this song was a breakup song. Something he should not have been working on. Something that wasn’t part of his current life.
He was not in a relationship. Was not heartbroken. So what the hell was up with the breakup lyrics?
Yeah, he didn’t know either.
“Bax?” Courtney’s voice carried through his brand-new backyard into the pirate ship where he’d set up his makeshift office. No desk or anything, but he’d brought his pencil and notebook, so he figured it counted.
“In here,” he called back, ducking his head out the window of the ship next to a cannon.
Was it really a pirate ship if there weren’t a pirate flag and cannons? The answer was no, it was not.
Courtney strode toward him in cutoff denim shorts and a red tank that accentuated her newfound curves. Her brown hair flowed free today, held back from her face with barrettes he didn’t realize he found supremely sexy until right that moment.
As she came closer, she squinted at him.
The haircut took a little getting used to. But he’d kept the stubble, so it wasn’t too much of a change.
“What the hell did you do?” Courtney’s expression changed from searching to fury.
“Uh.” He glanced around to ensure she was talking to him. Last time he checked, he’d done nothing to light the spark of her fury. “No idea.”
“Your hair.” Her eyes big, she marched toward him like she was going to glue every strand of hair back on his head.
