Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
The early days of rehab hadn’t been easy. Milo had threatened to leave more than once, Lola had cried, Grey had begged and done everything short of taking his best friend’s place to get him to stick it out. By then, the band had fulfilled their concert commitments.
The timing made sense. Lola had cemented her relationship with Rep and decided to buy a place on secluded, private Star Island. Grey, in turn, had put in motion the process of buying out both Lola’s and Rep’s condo leases downtown. The board had finally approved his application, speeding things up because of his interest in the two apartments on the same floor. Lola’s side he intended to turn into a soundproof studio.
All of which had occupied his time. Not to the exclusion of Avery. She’d never been far from his mind, but everything he did had been methodically planned out. He wanted to be settled before approaching her again. If they had any chance of seeing what could be in the future, she had to believe the life he desired now wasn’t the one he’d left her for once before. Or the one she’d seen backstage.
He picked up his cell, dialed her number, and listened as it rang and rang. All the while, he was hoping he hadn’t blown his second chance with her before it ever began.
He was preparing himself to leave a message on voice mail when suddenly she picked up. Relief swamped him, and Avery’s soft, dulcet tones settled something deep in his bones. “Hey, sugar,” he said, suddenly nervous about what to say.
“Grey, this is a surprise.” She sounded distant. Cool.
“I told you I’d call when I got to town.”
But she obviously hadn’t believed him, and now he knew just how much of an uphill road he had ahead of him. Good thing he wasn’t afraid of working for what he wanted.
She cleared her throat. “So when did you get back?”
He bent his knee and settled into the sofa. “I’ve been back for a little over a week. I wanted . . .” He trailed off, at a loss. Fuck. “I’d rather fill you in in person.”
She hesitated and then said, “I’m really not sure it’s a good idea.”
He glanced heavenward, praying for an opportunity. Something he could work with. “Give me a chance to just talk to you. If, after that, you don’t even want to be friends, I’ll back off.” He was lying through his teeth, but that was okay.
All he wanted, needed, was for them to spend time together and both experience their old chemistry. He trusted in their long-ago connection. Thinking of her had gotten him through many lonely times. He refused to believe that bond was gone. He wanted to feel it again and needed her to see that what they’d shared as teenagers could be even more solid as adults.
The silence on the other end of the phone nearly killed him, but he let it go on. Though it wasn’t his nature to let life dictate to him, he sensed she needed the illusion of control. He’d start by not pressuring her.
“Okay, we can get together,” she finally agreed.
He released a long breath. “I already made a reservation at Tino’s,” he said, knowing she’d recognize the restaurant. “Saturday night, if you’re free.”
“Pretty sure of yourself,” she muttered.
“Pretty hopeful,” he corrected her. “Can you make it?”
She hesitated before answering. “Yes.”
He refrained from pumping his fist in the air.
“What time?” she asked.
“Eight.”
“That works. I’ll meet you there,” she said in an obvious attempt to keep things short and distant.
That wouldn’t work for him. “I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”
“Grey—”
“Avery—” he mimicked, like he used to every time she’d tried to argue with him.
Her light laughter eased the heavy weight on his chest.
“Fine,” she said, giving in. “I already know you don’t need my address.” Her tone softened at the unspoken reminder of the many gifts he’d sent over.
“No, I don’t. I’ll see you at seven thirty on Saturday. And Avery?”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t wait to see you,” he said, hanging up before she could answer . . . or worse, not say the same.
Chapter Two
On Saturday night, Avery tried on four outfits, finding something to criticize about each and annoyed with herself for caring so much about impressing Grey. But the fact was it had been years since she’d seen her ex up close and personal, and she wanted to make an impact. She wouldn’t be a normal woman if she didn’t.
Finally, she decided on a bohemian-looking dress, baby-doll style with kimono-draped sleeves in a variegated array of blues, accented by her favorite silver necklace. She slipped on silver gladiator sandals and styled her recently highlighted hair in loose waves. A spritz of her favorite perfume, the new one with vanilla and amber undertones that Grey had sent her, and she was ready to go with—she glanced at her watch—no time to spare.