Page 29 of Starstruck
My brows furrow. “She said that?”
Isa nods, unwilling to elaborate. I can’t help but feel a pang in my chest knowing that’s what Lennon thinks of me, even if, for the most part, it’s the truth.
“Answer something for me,” she prompts.
“What?”
“Is this song about her?”
My heart works its way up my throat as I scramble to come up with a response. “I’ll tell you if you do something for me.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You mean more than singing a duet with you?” Her eyes roll. “What else?”
“Give me Lennon’s phone number,” I demand with no hesitation.
Her face morphs into a smirk that mirrors mine. “Ha!” she exclaims. “Well, you just unintentionally answered my question.”
I roll my eyes, letting out a sigh. “Please?”
Isa laughs. “Sorry, James. I’m not giving you her number. If you want it, you’ll have to get it from her yourself.”
I groan, gritting my teeth. “How am I supposed to do that if I don’t know anything about her?”
Isa stands, moving toward the recording booth. “You’re creative. I’m sure you’ll think of something,” she teases. “Now, can we get this song recorded? I have places to be and things to do that don’t includeyou.”
[11 ]
NO SAINT
LENNON
“MERCY” BY JJ WILDE
“Please, tell me you’re joking,” I exclaim from behind my desk, shocked from the words that just poured from my best friend’s mouth. “Baxter askedyou, Isabella Cordova, to do a duet with him? Onhisalbum?”
“Yes.”
My eyes narrow at her.
“What?” she asks, feigning innocence.
“You said no, right?”
She pulls her lips together, but she doesn’t say anything. Which answers my question.
“Isa!” I hiss, my nerves skyrocketing. It was one thing when she merely suggested I ask him to headline at the concert, but for her to go and do a duet with him?
She’smeddling.
“I know, but it’sBaxter James.Having a feature on his album will do wonders for my sales.” She shrugs. “Plus, if I had said no, I wouldn’t get to see my best friend squirm over the mention of theman who rocked her world a few weeks ago.”
My spine straightens. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lie. I may have told her I never wanted to see him again, but I also said I would think about that night for the rest of my life, and so far, that reigns true.
I haven’t been able to get that damn man out of my head.
And she can see right through me.
“Oh,please.” Isa rolls her eyes. “You’ve been distracted since that night, Lenny, and I know it’s not that asshole rotting in prison or the benefit concert planning that has your mind a million miles away.” She stares at me, her brows raised. “It’s Baxter. Tell me I’m wrong.”
