Face the Music
Andrea K. Robbins
Language: English
Pages: 331
ISBN: B008C9YSQI
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
After losing her mother in a tragic accident, Allison Banks takes on the sole responsibility of caring for her little sister, her young niece, and her disabled grandmother. When her long-term boyfriend walks out, offering little in the way of explanation, Allison is left totally confused and utterly heartbroken. To cope, the 24-year-old closes herself off to any serious relationships and dives into her work as a graduate student.
Needing the extra income, Allison takes a job for the hot, new, reality TV show, Superstardom. Captivated by the competition’s front-runner, the mysterious and sexy singer, Chris Knots, Allison dismisses her attraction as nothing more than a silly, school-girl crush. But, when the hunky performer reveals an interest of his own, Allison must work through her reservations and decide if there’s room in her life for something more.
After a minute, he spoke. “I have something for you.” He took my wrist and tinkered with my bracelet. An iridescent blue-green butterfly charm dangled from the chain. I was so exasperated that it took a minute before I could speak. “Oh my gosh!” I hadn’t had a new charm since Mom was alive. “It’s beautiful.” He leaned back against the bench, his stare intense on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I must be dreaming.” “No, you’re not.” He stood up, still holding my hands.
enjoy a night out. It’s a black tie affair, so wear your best dress. See you there. My hands trembled as I re-read the letter. Although it wasn’t signed, I knew exactly who it was from. Looks like you could use a book bag. Maybe I needed to give the guy some slack. He was considerate and down-to-Earth, and the more I was around him, the more I liked him. Inner logic kicked in. There was no room in my life for distractions. I had goals and dreams that did not include Chris, or any other man
was only a sharp reminder of why I’d put the walls up in the first place. I had to get over my infatuation. I’d warned myself from the start to not get too serious. He and I had become friends, yet still I’d secretly hoped for more. Not anymore. I was done. *** Easter Sunday came and went. Before Molly woke up, Emily and I stuffed candies into plastic eggs and hid them around the apartment. Neither of us suggested going to the zoo. After Molly found and opened her treats, we worked in the
Just as I was swallowing, someone knocked over a chair. It slammed against the floor, and the sudden noise filled the room. It scared me, and when I sucked in a breath, soda went down the wrong way. I choked and dropped my cup, spilling my Coke. Out of nowhere, Chris was at my side, patting my back. “Are you okay?” I nodded and gasped for air, pulling away from him. He grabbed a towel from the counter and mopped up the floor. “Thanks,” I muttered, wiping my eyes and turning to go back to my
amazing,” I whispered once we got settled into our center row seats. “How did you get these tickets?” He patted my arm. “Life in celebrity row isn’t all bad.” The orchestra began, and the thick curtains opened. I was totally entranced for the duration of the nearly three-hour production. I laughed, nearly cried, and was on my feet when it was over. “Thanks for that,” I said as Chris and I walked, arm-in-arm, out of the theater. “I really enjoyed it.” “You are most definitely welcome,” he