Carly busied herself choosing up the blankets and pillows they’d unfold throughout the lounge flooring. She began a load of laundry and returned the pillows to the visitor mattress. When she received again to the lounge, Sam had moved the espresso desk into place. Now his home appeared prefer it had earlier than she arrived.

And it was time for her to go.

“My supervisor’s booked me a flight out of right here very first thing tomorrow,” he stated.

Her abdomen felt like she’d simply gotten off a curler coaster, all tight and queasy. This was actually taking place. He was going again to LA. He’d be within the recording studio with Tina Torrey, making music collectively and who knew what else. Ugh. This sucked a lot. “These final two days have been…Effectively, they have been actually wonderful. I’ll at all times bear in mind them.”

He strode throughout the room and tugged her into his arms. “Superb can be an understatement.”

“I can’t wait to listen to these new songs on the radio,” she whispered over the painful lump in her throat.

“Yeah.” His voice rumbled by way of her.

She needed to burrow into the heat of his embrace and keep there, however that burning sensation behind her eyes meant she’d higher get out of right here earlier than she did one thing actually silly like cry in entrance of him. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him—laborious. She closed her eyes, memorizing the texture of his lips and the fun of his tongue sliding in opposition to hers. Then she lifted her head. “Goodbye.”

“Hate that phrase.” Sam’s mouth quirked, however he dropped his arms from round her.

“Me, too.” She took a step again. “Good luck with all the pieces. I hope you bought all of the inspiration you wanted to your new album.”

“After which some.” He watched her from unreadable blue eyes.

She bent and picked up her purse. Inform me to not go. Beg me to remain. Please…

However he was silent, fingers shoved within the pockets of his denims, watching her.

She walked to the door and pulled it open. Wait! I don’t need it to finish like this…

She glanced over her shoulder. Sam hadn’t moved. She was being ridiculous. They’d solely identified one another two days, however her coronary heart…

“Bye, Carly.”

She drew a ragged breath. “Bye.”

Then she walked out the door and out of his life.

7

Sam paced the recording studio, scotch in hand. Within the management room, his producer, Mac Porter, performed again the vocals he’d recorded earlier. The music was known as “Items of You.” Tina Torrey had written it, a breakup tune that had him singing to a lover he’d left behind.

And it felt awfully fucking actual. Each phrase, each take, he’d been considering of Carly. He couldn’t shut his eyes with out seeing her face, remembering the candy sound of her laughter and the way in which she felt in his arms.

“This tune goes to be fierce,” Mac stated, mixing Sam’s vocals with the pattern Tina’s folks had despatched. She lived exterior Nashville. As soon as they’d each recorded their components, their vocals can be combined collectively to provide the duet. He and Tina possible wouldn’t cross paths till they recorded the music video…if then.

Sam tossed again the remainder of his scotch. “Yeah. It’s good.”

“I don’t know what you have been channeling when you have been singing, however stick with it, man. You’ve received that uncooked edge again we’ve been lacking.”

“Should have been the mountain air,” Sam muttered.

He didn’t depart the studio till someplace previous two within the morning. He was bone drained however buzzing with adrenaline, and so he discovered himself driving down the Pacific Coast Freeway with the highest down, letting the ocean breeze whip by way of his hair.

Wishing it have been Carly’s fingers.

He’d walked right into a half-dozen totally different bakeries within the final week. No clue why. He simply stored in search of one thing…one thing he’d by no means discover right here in LA. He’d tasted so many various cinnamon buns, he’d nearly misplaced his style for them.

None of them tasted half as candy as Carly’s.

He missed the way in which her eyes crinkled when she laughed. The way in which she received so adorably flustered when she’d first acknowledged him that afternoon in A Piece of Cake. The way in which she appeared previous all of the bullshit in his life to see what mattered.

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