Read Last Song (Chasing Cross Book Five) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) (rockstar contemporary romance) for Free Online Page B

believe he was jealous. No way. He wanted
this.
    The stage was set and the
fans started to cheer for no reason they just began to cheer. Then came the
chanting.
    Chasing Cross! Chasing
Cross! Chasing Cross!
    Rick stayed huddled in
his seat, in his own hell, waiting. The lights went out and the crowd sounded
twice as loud as it did for Fallen Tuesday. The sound started, the recorded
voices of the band talking over some random music. It started with Johnnie (of
course) and went band member to band member. When Rick heard his own voice, he
shook his head.
    How long was that going
to be there?
    How long until Luke got
his own recording?
    Better yet... how long
could Luke pull off singing and drumming?
    The lights on the stage
were mostly dim but there was just enough light that when Chasing Cross took to
the stage the fans could see them. The silhouettes caused an even bigger stir.
    Then came Johnnie’s
voice.
    “How’s everyone doing?”
he screamed.
    The crowd exploded.
    Rick felt his heart ache.
    He couldn’t believe he was
actually sitting in a seat at a Chasing Cross concert.
    “Are we ready?” Johnnie
asked.
    The voices of the rest of
the band, including Luke, all gave their answer.
    Yes!
    Then Johnnie asked the
crowd. “Are you ready?”
    The cheered and cheered.
    “I don’t know,” Johnnie
said. “Danny, what do you think?”
    “They don’t seem ready,”
Danny said.
    Johnnie asked again and
the crowd grew louder.
    “Now that’s better...
let’s go.”
    A four count from the
drumsticks sounded and just like that a Chasing Cross concert began. The first
one without Rick in the band. The music blared and sounded damn good. On the
screen, they showed Johnnie as he readied to sing. Behind Johnnie was Luke, sitting
at the kit, hitting beat after beat after beat.
    Rick’s fingers tingled
and his mind raced.
    It became the first time,
in years, that Rick actually realized he had a heart… and it was breaking.
     
    **
     
    Sarah stared at the
liquid as it danced around the bottle. She laughed and shook her head, holding
her stomach because it hurt from laughing so much. She put her hand out and
shook it, knowing that one more glass of wine would be the difference between
being Dr. Harrisey and being a hungover vet dealing with ornery cats and sick
puppies.
    “Come on,” Susie teased.
    “No way,” Sarah said.
“Not on a work night.”
    “You had two glasses of
wine.”
    “I feel like it was ten.”
    Susie laughed and poured
herself another glass. Sarah put her hand down and found Molly’s head. It
wasn’t hard to find, wherever Sarah went, Molly followed. When Sarah sat on the
couch, Molly jumped up and plopped down next to her. Then the dog slowly
climbed on top of Molly. When Sarah got Molly she told herself Molly wouldn’t
be allowed on the furniture. That lasted until the first thunderstorm rolled
through and Molly whimpered. Sarah held her on the couch and that was the end
of that rule.
    “You need,” Susie said
and pointed at Sarah, “to go out and have some wine with someone else.”
    “Do I?” Sarah asked.
    She sipped what was left
of the glass she had.
    The wine was good. A
little dry and bitter, but it had an amazing taste.
    “You do,” Susie said.
“Come on. You deserve it. You should find a nice man and let him spoil you.”
    Sarah looked down at
Molly and the dog’s big eyes stared back.
    “What do you think?”
Sarah asked.
    Molly let out a long
sigh.
    “See?” Susie asked.
“You’re asking dating advice from a dog. A spayed dog at that. She doesn’t get
it...”
    “Oh, stop it,” Sarah
said. “Can we change the subject?”
    “Why?”
    “Because every time you
get drunk you try to marry me off to the first man you can think of.”
    Susie scowled. She sat
down on the couch. Sarah watched with wide eyes as the wine danced along the
rim of her glass. It didn’t spill. Crisis adverted.
    “Am I drunk?” Susie
asked.
    “No,” Sarah said. “I’m
just messing around. But