here.” Heather chuckled as she clutched her mug.
Heather’s curiosity wasn’t surprising. The questions were bound to come. Corinne had crashed the night before, and they hadn’t really talked since she left three days ago.
Heather had all the dirty details of Corinne’s past. All of them. She knew Corinne wasn’t thrilled about going, and Corinne knew that Heather also hoped she’d let go and enjoyed herself a little. Corinne scratched her head a few times as she thought about what she’d tell her friend. Probably everything.
“It was good. I guess. I’m glad to be home.” Corinne blew on her tea. But Heather deserved more. She had saved Corinne’s sanity when her sister, her sister’s husband, and her fiancé had all been killed in a small plane accident two years ago. It still took her breath away to think about it.
“That’s not what I’m seeing all over your face....” Heather’s fine dark brows rose as she smirked. “And there’s no way I’m going to let you get away with that little information.”
“I know.” Corinne faintly smiled as she thought about what her two days were like.
“Oh…” Heather scooted sideways, her tidy brown bob shifting forward and across her face. “I recognize that look. Spill. Did you do the rule-breaking I begged you to do?”
Corinne’s cheeks flushed. Heather was the only one who knew everything about Corinne’s life, so sharing this should be no different. “I did.”
Hea ther’s smile turned mischievous. “How naughty were you?”
Corinne blinked and every time her lids came together, she saw another flash of her night with Chris. And every time she saw a flash, she felt one too, sending quick rushes of heat through her body.
“Whoa.” Heather touched her arm. “Corinne?”
“One night.” She stared at her mug. “I told him one night.”
“Christian Meyer,” Heather clarified slowly, the grip on Corinne’s arm tightening. “One night with Christian freaking Meyer ?”
Corinne nodded, the gravity of it pulling on her. Another broken rock star. What a mess. But even as she thought it, she felt her mouth pull into a smile. Yes. As Heather had said, Christian freaking Meyer.
“Only you. Seriously.” Heather looked at Corinne’s first disastrous affair with someone famous as an adventure into that world. Corinne still thought it was just a disaster. “Not one hot rock star but two ?” She laughed a fun, girlish laugh.
“But,” Corinne countered, “this time I took control and said just one night. I’m not getting trapped there again.”
Heather snorted with a grin. “Only you would say ‘trapped’ and ‘with Christian Meyer’ in the same thought.”
“Oh come on.” Corinne gestured outside to where their kids were playing. “I tried the relationship thing last time I was...there. We saw how that turned out.”
“Still…” Heather grinned. “For Christian Meyer, I think I’d risk it. I just… I can’t believe your life. I can’t believe you choose this”—Heather gestured to the tiny log cabin that Corinne shared with little Jonah—“over that.”
“It’s an easy choice when you’ve had both. And when you’ve been smeared by every avenue possible, attacked on the streets by photographers...” Corinne frowned, and Heather’s face fell in partial understanding. She didn’t totally understand her past because Corinne knew Heather was the kind to fight harder. Corinne had run away knowing she wouldn’t win—she wouldn’t have won back the love of the man she wanted it from, and she wouldn’t have won a custody battle against him if he’d decided to push. Not to mention that every magazine online and on the stands had marked her as trash. At her lowest, their words had confirmed every worst fear she held about herself—not pretty enough, not famous enough, not good enough…
“How’s Jonah doing missing your sister?” Heather asked slowly.
“It’s such a weird thing.” Corinne let out a