Page 9 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Hey you, everything okay?”

“Charlene, you won’t believe what happened?”

“You kissed Jameson?” My extended pause had her gasping. “Bull fucking shit, girl.”

“Not Jameson, but Heath.”

“Um, there’s not really a difference, Tiffany.”

“I know,” I muttered, climbing into the car as it pulled up. “But the man I was with tonight, Char, is not the man we work with.God, Heath was…I don’t even know.Real maybe? True? Different?He was great. We laughed, joked, talked, kissed. Oh my god, that kiss, Char.”

“Had your mind reeling, I’m guessing?”

“Yes.Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I don’t feel bad about it. I just don’t know how to face him. Especially now. I want to kill Jameson half the time. And I know I liked him, but after tonight, after this, it’s going to be really hard not to make heart-shaped eyes at him when I have to dance up on him.”

“Figure it out, Tiffany.”

I leaned my head back on the seat, closing my eyes. This was not going to be an easy road to manage. And though my feelings were already strong before tonight, they got a lot deeper. And under no circumstances could I let on that Tiffany the dancer, was the same Tiff from BeeAnn’s.

Chapter 6

~ Heath ~

Ichecked my phone for the umpteenth time. It had been five days since I’d seen Tiff. And I wasn’t checking my phone to see if she had randomly woken up in the middle of the night to text me. If there was anything I learned over the last five nights, it was that she was strict with herself. She ate right, didn’t overindulge too much, and went to bed by a certain time.

No, the reason I was up was because of a stupid beat going around and around in my head. Well, that and a lyric. Not that it was a bad thing! It had been so long since I’d been inspired that I was wondering if getting up at 3:05 am and going to my piano was a good idea.

I had to chuckle to myself because there were plenty of times in the past that I would do that. So, why was I questioning it now?

With a mental shake, I threw my feet out of bed and grabbed a shirt, slipping it on. As a musician, the one thing you learn: when you get a tune stuck in your head, the only thing you can do is play it out. Thank goodness for not having closeneighbors.

I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way into my studio, taking a seat behind my piano. I loved my guitar, no doubt about it. But when it comes to writing, the easiest thing to write a song on is a piano. At least in my opinion.

I closed my eyes as I set my fingers on the keys, slowly going over the tune in my head. I wasn’t known for writing or singing ballads. What rocker truly was? But oddly enough, the tune rolling around in my head was a slow one.

One that wouldn’t go away.

One that talked about looking into a woman’s eyes.

I took a deep breath, letting my fingers flow over the keys as I hummed along. In my mind’s eye, I saw the notes floating over the pages, the words slowly swirling around them, creating a chorus that was unique and different.Much like the woman who somehow had gotten under my skin to help me envision this number.

What the hell was wrong with me? With that picture?

"You’re up awfully early.”

I jumped out of my skin and turned around to glare at the person who had walked in.

“What the fuck, man?” I asked, getting off the bench.I frowned, grabbing my phone, shocked to see that I had three missed calls from him and that it was pushing eight in the morning. There was no way I had been here that long. No way I was that lost in this piece.

“Well, when I couldn’t get a hold of you to see if breakfast was a go, I thought I’d come to check on you. Because the only way you’re not answering your phone is if you’re in a zone.”

“I was.”

I watched as Kev nodded his head to the piano, knowing he was about to tell me something.

“Whatever you were working on was sounding good. Slower, though.”

“It was.I don’t have the words yet, but I think it would be a great piece for the upcoming album. A different outtake for the fans.” Kev crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe; a brow raised in question. “What?”

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