Page 79 of Searching for Sadie
"Okay, I'll see you in two weeks."
And at that Sadie hung her phone up and laid it back on the table. She looked up at Lucas who seemed to be searching her for a hint of how she was feeling... and surprisingly, she was okay. It might have been another hit to her already battered ego, but with Lucas here, she was starting to care less.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"I'm sorry if I overstepped, I just didn't like the way he was talking to you." He furrowed his brow and pushed a piece of pancake around his plate.
She covered his hand with her own. "It means a lot to me that you stood up for me. I hate that people have to see me going through all this. It's so embarrassing, but somehow you just make me feel better."
He looked up at her, the furrow of his brow gone and a small smile peeking out from his beard. "This is just an offer to go to Nashville and kick his ass."
A small chuckle bubbled inside of her. "I appreciate that, but I can handle him. Plus, some of the girls from the show have reached out, I think you might have to get in line."
"Good," he said, squeezing her hand. "Let's finish up and get out of here. I was hoping to be out there soon to get the building wired today."
"Okay," she said as they finished up their breakfast.
After they finished Lucas helped her load her guitar into the backseat of his truck. She was trying to decide if she should bring her banjo, but that wasn't really Liam's style, so she just went with her acoustic. The rest of the morning was quiet. Lucas seemed to be lost in thought, but that was okay because so was she. As they pulled up to Liam and Lexi's house it was still just as impressive as it had been when she was here to watch the first couple episodes.
Lucas knocked on the door and after a moment Lexi came to answer it.
"Hey, Liam is downstairs already. He's usually not up this early, but he was excited to work with you. You can head down, and I can show you out back to what Liam told me was a shed but is really starting to appear to be another small house," Lexi said with a laugh.
"Sounds good," Lucas said.
"I'll stop in when I finish up and check in with you," he said with his hand on the small of her back.
She looked up at him and gave a little nod before she slowly walked inside. Lexi and Lucas left making their way down behind the house. The door snicked shut behind her leaving her alone in this beautiful home.
She was about to head downstairs, but the sight of the beautiful grand piano caught her eye again. Being here alone, that piano in the sitting room was even more tempting.It was so majestic, and her fingers almost ached to play it.
She couldn't seem to help herself. Without being aware of walking to it, she found herself standing right next to it. Setting down her guitar, her fingers grazed the cool ivory of the keys before pressing a triad of keys filling the room with the hum of a chord. Her fingers adeptly moved playing another chord. Before she knew it, she was sitting down plucking out a melody she'd been toying around with over the past few weeks.
"That's pretty," a voice said behind her.
She jumped and turned to Liam leaning against the archway to the kitchen smiling at her. He had on some loose-fitting jeans that hung low on his hips and an old Willie Nelson t-shirt, and it was like being in the same room with a poster. That was a weird thought, but she didn't know how else to explain the surreal experience of someone like Liam James just popping up.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, standing and leaving the piano.
"Don't be. I invited you over to play music, that's just what you were doing. What were you playing?"
"Oh, umm, it's just something I've been working on since I moved here."
"Does it have words?"
She nodded.
"Can I hear it?" he asked.
"No. It's not ready yet."
He just smiled and nodded. A little weight of nerves lifted. So often people pushed her to share things that weren't ready. Every artist has a different process, and every artist shares it at different times in the process, this one wasn't ready.
"I do have some songs I could play for you though," she said with a smile.
"Amazing. I was just coming up to get some tea before I head back down. Can I get you any?"
"Sure," she stood and grabbed her guitar and followed him into the kitchen.
