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I Want Morrison, Book Two 2
On the road for eight months as part of the crew for a travel show, Chelsea Morrison expects to work hard, endure long nights, and enjoy some wicked adventures. But she doesn’t expect to fall head over heels for the show’s star.
Henry Rush, son of a legendary rock star, is leery of women. He learned early they only want him for the fame that rightly belongs to his father. But when an intense friendship with Chelsea leads to so much more, he has to confront the one thing he’s avoided all his life.
Can these two friends navigate their way to a happy ending?
Page Count: 212
Word Count: 51764
I bounce up and down on my toes trying to warm up. The late October wind has me chilled. I feel like a complete ass as I knock on the door. And when my brother opens it and I see his face, the tear hovering at the edge of my eye falls. It creates a damp track down my cheek.
“Chels, what’s going on?” Jack asks me as soon as he takes in my disheveled appearance on his doorstep.
I don’t really answer. I’m too busy swallowing back the pain in my chest. So Jack pulls me into the apartment and shuts the door behind us. He puts his arm around my waist and walks me to the couch. “Hey, Candie. Baby, can you come in here?” he calls toward the back of the apartment as he settles on the couch with me and wraps me up in his arms.
I tuck my head into Jack’s chest and take a couple of deep breaths. The soft padding of Candace’s feet sounds across the hardwood floor.
“What’s going on?” my sister-in-law asks from the other side of the couch.
“I don’t know yet,” Jack tells her.
“I’ll make some tea.” Candace walks away from us, toward the kitchen.
My brother rubs my upper arm gently and kisses the top of my head. And I know I’ve come to the right place. I couldn’t be alone with my hurt anymore, and since I couldn’t turn to my best friend, Jack had been the first one to come to mind. And even though I’m still in a lot of pain, I feel better already. Because Jack will know how to fix this, how to fix me.
Candace returns to the living room and sets a steaming mug on the coffee table in front of me. Then she sits on the edge of the chair across from us and folds her hands together, her forearms resting on her knees, her eyes filled with concern.
I take in her perfectly curvy figure, her creamy dark skin, and her magnificent face. If I looked like Candace, things might be very different for me. But I don’t. I look like my brother Jack, except instead of being filled out and graceful, I am slim and awkward. Where the light skin and blue eyes are amazing on Jack, they make me look like a refugee from a northern island with no sun. And where Jack’s height makes him seem regal, mine makes me look a Gumby doll.
But I don’t envy them their appearance. I’m happy with who I am, most of the time. What I envy is their happiness.
Candace gives me a sad smile. “Are you all right, sweetie?”
Her concern is genuine, her compassion like a warm blanket over my shoulders. “I’m so glad you married my brother,” I tell her.
She smiles at me. She knows I think the world of her. “Me too,” she says, her eyes glancing up at Jack for just a split second before looking back at me. “That’s how I got you as a sister.”
Jack squeezes my arm gently. These two people love me intensely, and that is exactly why I came to them with my broken heart.
I wipe at my eyes and sit up, reaching for the mug in front of me. “I suppose you guys are wondering what I’m doing here.”
“Yeah, actually, we thought you were supposed to be headed to LA this weekend,” Jack says.
I nod. “I’m supposed to be there right now. In fact, I’m probably going to get fired over this.”
There is deep silence in the room for a moment. Then Jack does what he always does; he finds the silver lining. “Well, that’s okay. I mean, the show was going to be done anyway, right?”
“Yeah, but it was a hit, and I guess I can kiss next season goodbye.”
“What happened to make you leave your job?” Jack asks.
“I can guess,” Candace says. We both look up at her expectantly. “The same thing that made me leave mine once. A man. Am I right?”
“Oh shit.” Jack flops back in the couch. “Not—”
“Yes, him,” I say.
“I thought you were just friends.”
“You are so naïve,” Candace tells her husband.
“Well, what happened?” Jack asks me.
I let out a heavy sigh. “It’s a long story.”
Candace tucks one foot beneath her butt and leans back, her mug of hot tea cradled in her hands. “I think you better start from the beginning.”