Page 10 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Album?Since when did you get the material for an album?”

“Since I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about random beats for the last few days. I got slammed with this tune that would not leave this morning and had to come down and work on it.”

“Heath, you’ve claimed for months, years actually, that nothing has inspired you.What the hell gives? All of a sudden, you got hit with a creative bolt or something?”

“Or something, man,” I told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “Let me shower, and we can go do breakfast.”

“Does this have anything to do with that woman you were kissing on at BeeAnns?”

I wanted to lie to Kev, but the asshole had been my friend since we were causing havoc in middle school. He would know my bullshit better than anyone.

“I don’t know, exactly.” I took a sip of my coffee, enjoying the flavored creamer. “I just know that I can’t seem to work fast enough to get the tunes worked on and down. Like, they’re all there, just floating around, and it’s a little crazy. It’s never been like this.” I paused, took another sip, and tilted my head. “I would assume this craziness is what it must feel like in a writer’smind. All kinds of shit jumbled up and not being able to get to them fast enough.”

Kev cracked up at me and leaned back in his seat, his eyes watching me carefully.

I couldn’t blame him. This was all so fucking sudden. Wasn’t I just bitching about the fact that I couldn’t get anything? Nothing was coming to mind. And now, there’s all of this. So much so that I couldn’t sleep and was up before the damn sunrise to work?That was more like me in the early days of my career, not now.

“I like this,” he told me, waving his hand at me. I cocked a brow in question. “This creative drive. The urge to write, to play, to sing, to create. It felt like you lost your passion for the one that grounded you after all the shit with your ex. Even before you all broke down.

“She dragged you down a road that none of us could stop. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t you. You lost the love for your music. And man, in all my years, I’ve never seen that. I was really worried about you. But this fool before me, this is the kid I remember seeing in high school.Notebook and pen in one hand, while the other drummed on the table.”

“Shit,” I mumbled, but I laughed right along with the man sitting across from me.Because there was a lot of truth in his statement. I lost my creative juices long before I called the relationship off. And it was like he sucked every piece of passion away.

And now it was back. Dying to claw its way out. Demanding to be set free. I just didn’t have enough hands to get it all done like I wanted. Not that it was a hardship, because it wasn’t. I was loving it. I just couldn’t help but be curious as to the reason why. Whether it was because I got rid of the fake trash or if it was because something quite possibly had walked into my life.

Chapter 7

~ Tiffany ~

What are you doing?

Igrabbed my phone out of my pocket as I finished my routine stretch after my morning run. I couldn’t help but grin at the text from Heath. He hadn’t stopped texting me this last week. Even more so over the last few days. Almost as if he was starving for my attention.

I’m just wrapping up my run. What are you doing?

I put the phone away, pulling my leg up behind me. With a groan, my phone dinged again. Quickly, I dropped my leg and checked it.

I’m hungry.

And?

Feed me.

I couldn’t contain the laugh or the blush. Heath was a great guy, always making me laugh. But holy shit, the innuendos were always there, and it hadn’t helped my case much. I couldn’t even tell you how much use my vibrator was getting these days thanks to him and his texts.

Uh, in the middle of a public street? Sure, I’m game. PDA doesn’t bother me!

I’ll take that type of feeding too.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, again, feeling a strong wave of desire crash against my damn core.

But, for real, where are you at? I know this great little bistro that serves breakfast and lunch. Thought you might like to join me since it feels like forever since I’ve seen you.

Where’s it at?I’m at the corner of Washington and Broadway.

It’s about five minutes north of there. Called Sanchez, know it?

Sure, I knew it. Did I go often? Nope.Fucking food was too yummy. If I could afford it, I’d be there all the time.But being a dancer was hard.

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