the floor, landing open and bending its pages. Trying to be a gentleman, I picked it up and smoothed my hand over the paper to flatten the bent pages—
“What’s this?” My name was scrawled in handwriting at the top, followed by lines in stanzas.
Poetry?
No. Lyrics.
The thin red ribbon to mark the page hadn’t lost its place because it was still tucked against the spine.
Erika let out a nervous laugh and reached for the journal. “It’s nothing. Something I was playing around with last night.” She added it like an afterthought in a quiet voice. “And maybe a little this morning while I was waiting for you.”
My pulse skidded to a stop. “A new song?”
Her gaze darted away. “It might be, yeah.”
Holy shit. My heart clanged awkwardly in my chest. “And it’s about me?”
Erika clasped her hands around the journal and hugged it to her chest like she wanted to seal the book closed forever. “No, not about you. But . . .”
It was hard to breathe. “But what?”
She lifted her gaze to connect with mine, and the rest of the world faded. I’d watched her enough to understand how emotions played through her, but this one was new. It looked like she was both terrified, and yet excited. “This song might be for you.”
I’d been disappointed when she’d said it wasn’t about me. This was way better. It was almost too good to be true, and my enthusiasm made it come out like a demand. “Sing it for me.”
Her laugh was embarrassed. “Oh, Lord, no. It’s not ready. I just started working on it last night.”
“You’re writing again.” I grinned. “After two years.”
She drew in a deep breath. “I had music in my head last night.”
Fucking hell. Even though I’d saved and scraped every dollar I’d had in college to afford my guitar, I tossed it carelessly down on the couch now, freeing my hands so I could grab her waist.
I made my voice sound as sexy as possible. “I wonder what’s changed?” The question was rhetorical, but I didn’t give her a chance to answer anyway. “It’s okay if you want to say my dick is magic.”
“Oh, my God!” She spun out of my hold and her expression was shock, but I wasn’t fooled. She was trying hard not to laugh at the truth I’d just laid down. But then her eyebrows pulled together in thought, and her lips turned down in a scowl. “This is business, Troy. You can’t talk like that here.”
My amusement faded as I realized I’d blown right by the boundary she’d asked for last night. And the boundary was there for a good reason too. This was her job, and I shouldn’t be fucking around with it.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I jammed my hands in the back pockets of my jeans to keep them to myself. “I got excited and wasn’t thinking.” The space she’d put between us helped cool me off and refocus. “I’m glad you’re hearing music again, and I can’t wait to hear what you’ve written—when it’s ready.”
The tension in her shoulders eased and she nodded subtly. The intimate spell was broken, and she shifted her attention toward the couch and my guitar. “How long do you need to warm up?”
Her message was loud and clear. I needed to get on with it. I leaned over and unzipped the case. “I sang on the drive over, so I’m ready whenever y’all are.”
“Good. I’ll let Ardy know.”
Her boss was a guy with a broad chest and a thick beard patched with gray, and I expected him to make my anxiety worse, but he had a calming effect the second he stepped into the recording studio. I had the strap to my guitar on a shoulder, so I tucked my pick into the strings on the fret board and shook his hand. His handshake was firm and sort of fatherly.
“He’s got a good look about him,” he lobbed over his shoulder to Erika, who lingered in the door between the studio and the mix room. Finishing his visual evaluation, his eyes sharpened on mine. “Okay, kid. Let’s hear what you got.”
Ardy was stone cold as I played, giving off zero reaction while I belted out the first verse. He crossed his thick arms over his chest, and the only movement he made after that was to blink slowly.
Oh, fuck, this audition wasn’t going well.
When I hit the chorus, sweat trickled down my spine, my fingers were clumsy on the strings, and my tongue