Page 12 of Movers and Shakers

“It’s . . .‍”Amazing. Cherished. Something to literally pass out over.“Brilliant.”

“Really? I could write more.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Something about your hair or your eyes.”

“My hair and eyes are usually a point of contention.”

“Why?”

“I don’t look like my dad. And to a self-serving narcissist like him, he took it as an insult.”

“You look exactly how you should,” she said, her eyes trailing over my features.

Having my idol look at me like that turned my insides to mush. I’d met many women, yet none of them had ever made me feel like this.

Her phone beeped and her eyes moved from mine. She frowned as she read the screen.

“Please tell me it’s not your boyfriend.”

“No, my security guard. She’s here to get me.”

“How did she know where you were?”

“She has my location in case I ever get lost.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Yes. I should probably stop hiding.” She handed me my guitar. “Sorry I couldn’t stay longer.”

“I’m glad I had you even for a few moments.”

“I still feel like I owe you something for hiding me.”

“There is one thing.”

An eyebrow raised.

“Don’t forget me, even when you meet more interesting people.”

Her lips turned upward. “I can promise you that I won’t.”

Chapter Two

Rose

My red hair fell in waves past my shoulders. I didn’t have a speck of makeup on, and my light eyebrows and eyelashes differentiated me from the woman I normally played. In the busy streets of Nashville, no one recognized me.

I was no longer Lila Wilde. I was Rose Hill, the nobody from nowhere.

My tour was over. I’d been given a long break that I wanted to use to catch up with Dad. I was supposed to be writing, but other than songs obviously about the man I met in Movers and Shakers, I couldn’t muster anything.

Blaze wasn’t happy.

Mia wasn’t happy.

And eventually, my fans wouldn’t be happy.

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