Page 10 of Edge of Heaven

She purses her lips but doesn’t respond.

“I know,” I say gently. “Please, just leave it alone.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She shrugs, a faint smile playing on his lips. I see a million questions in her eyes, but she’s a good enough friend not to voice them.

“And I appreciate it.” I keep my eyes glued to Callum, watching his body language to try and gauge his level of annoyance.

He seems pretty relaxed, which is nice, but that doesn’t always dictate his behavior.

“Would he be amenable to an article?” Ryleigh asks after a moment.”

“What?” I turn in confusion.

“ForRock Harder.” Ryleigh is a music journalist and Angus recently bought out one of the premier music magazines in the country—Rock Harder—making Ryleigh the managing editor. I don’t know much about what she does on a daily basis, but she’s been excited about it.

“I could do a story about the band, or about Callum specifically. You think that would play to his ego?”

And ostensibly be nicer to me.

That’s the part of this she doesn’t say aloud, but I appreciate it nonetheless.

“He doesn’t like it when I get involved in band business,” I say quietly. “But he probably would like to?—”

“Taryn!” Callum calls my name loudly, making me jump.

“Gotta go,” I whisper to her, hurrying over to Callum.

“What did I tell you about talking to her?” he growls in my ear, yanking me against his side.

“She was asking me if I thought you’d want to do a feature interview forRock Harder,” I say quietly. “I told her I don’t get involved in band business, and to ask you directly.”

His grip gentles and he looks down at me approvingly. “For once, you used your brains. Good job. Tell her I’ll get with her either after the show tonight or tomorrow. Right now, I have things to do. You go handle that for me, okay?” He nudges me back in the direction I came from.

He turns back to the group he was talking to before and I walk back to Ryleigh, who lifts one brow questioningly.

“Don’t ask,” I say under my breath. “But he’dloveto talk to you about a story inRock Harder.” My voice is soft, but I know she hears the sarcasm dripping from my tone.

“Will do.” She nods. “Does that mean you’re allowed to talk to me now?”

“Maybe. His possessiveness changes daily.”

“Are you happy, Taryn?” she blurts.

The answer to that would be a resounding no.

But she doesn’t know about Toby.

No one does.

Well, except Mick.

Mick knows things about me no one knows.

And he’s obviously kept those secrets to himself.

I was a dumbass letting him go.

Not that we were ever in a relationship, but we spent three days together doing a photo shoot for a rock and roll themed clothing catalog, and the chemistry was off the charts. Both in bed and out. But he had music aspirations that kept him in Minneapolis, and I was in college, trying to find my footing as a model. Our lives were going to take us in opposite directions, so we said goodbye and never looked back.

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