She did her best not to return that grin, and handed Darcy’s phone back to her after sending herself a text. “Here. You’ll notice I didn’t put in my name.” She reached out to cup Darcy’s jaw. Mostly because she simply wanted to, but also to make sure Darcy was looking at how serious she was. “You pick what to save me as, but it cannot be Juliet Jacobs.”
She’d been around for far too many celebrity accounts being hacked, but she was now positive Darcy wouldn’t think about that.
Juliet felt very validated when she saw Darcy’s cheeks tinge pink even. But she didn’t pull away from the way Juliet held her chin.
“Deal,” Darcy agreed in a murmur. “Though, I don’t know who you think is going to be looking at my phone.”
“Naïve,” Juliet whispered, teasingly, as she stroked her thumb over Darcy’s bottom lip. She deeply hoped Darcy didn’t have to leave right away, or else they’d wasted far too much time this morning naked in her bed.
“Oh, whatever.”
She smirked, reaching for her own phone to save Darcy’s number.
“Happy?” Darcy asked a moment later, holding her phone out for Juliet to look.
She was saved, simply, asJ.J.
“I almost saved you as Robbie, so that if someone ever did see it, it could cause arealstir,” Darcy threatened/joked.
A laugh barked out of her throat, quickly followed by a groan. “That would be a true nightmare.”
“Well, what am I in your phone as?” Darcy asked, impatiently.
“So nosy,” she countered, reaching for some sort of exasperation that she didn’t really feel.
Even so, she held her phone up so Darcy could see.
A dark amusement slid through her at the way Darcy’s eyes widened. “Thief?! I’m in your phone asThief?! What the hell have I ever stolen from you?”
“Best Country Album at the North American Music Awards, first of all.”
“Oh my god. Should I say you stole my award last night, then?”
Juliet ignored that, going for the heart of the issue: “And I’ve noticed that you didn’t bring my shirt back last night. Even though Iknowyou have it here in L.A.”
Darcy was poised, ready to refute her. “You gave it to me; I didn’t take it!”
She shrugged. “If someone lent you a jacket on a cold night, would you keep it forever?”
“Maybe if it was someone I was having sex with.”
“Where’s this sex you’re mentioning?” Juliet struck, her voice dropping down an octave as she locked her phone and put it face-down on her bedside table. She brought her hands up, tugging her robe open a little bit more.
Darcy tossed her phone with enough strength that it actually fell from the bed and thumped to the floor. “I’ll earn that shirt from you here and now.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Chartline Reviews — Shelby Forever
Cecelia Rowe — November 13
As the self-proclaimed president of Shelby Linwood’s fan club since I was six years old, I had high hopes for this album.
Admittedly, there were some questionable choices. Cody Deere’s rendition of “Home Grown” for example… why? I don’t even want to go deeper into that.
But we HAVE to talk about “Porchlight.”
How Juliet Jacobs and Darcy Kincaid turned one of the most iconic songs into something that respects the integrity of the original while also breathing new life into it in a duet that is equal parts female rage and heartache.
