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CHAPTER15
Jules
The day Sam is coming to dinner, I pace around the house. I’ve spent the week writing new songs.
Alotof new songs. And the reason for those songs will be here soon.
Thankfully, Colin said he would go out tonight because I told him I have an important business dinner. I’ll have the house to myself.
My heartbeat quickens, and my pulse pounds in my throat. I grab a drink of water, then race to chug it down as Sam’s car slides past the gate and crunches up the drive. After checking to make sure my hair isn’t doing something ridiculous, I fling open the door and walk outside to greet him. I know I’m supposed to play it cool, but I can’t wait to see him.
He drives a very clean Audi—an electric model, because of course—and he has on a nice dress shirt and slacks.
And fucking hell, he looks good, albeit a tad nervous.
It makes my heart happy.
Sam Stone glints in the sunlight, prettier than any human has the right to be. His eyes are just so blue and his hair is just so blond. And he’s a rare natural blond, I can tell from the rest of his coloring, while I’m the brooding Brit with the dark hair and dark clothes—even if I’m often boiling hot in LA.
I resist the urge to grab him. Instead I walk over and hold out my hands. “Hug okay?”
“Suh-sure,” he stutters. And then he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
Oh, god. He feels so, so good against me.
He smells like sunshine and Tom Ford and something I’ve been missing in my life.
I want to kiss him.
“I have to admit,” he says, “I wasn’t this nervous the first day of law school when I got called on in contracts class by a professor straight out ofThe Paper Chase.”
“What’s that?”
“An old movie law students watch.”
“And why are you nervous? It’s only me.”
“I don’t know what I can contribute.”
Contribute…
Oh, that’s right. I’m supposed to play music for him. I got distracted about Sam coming over for dinner and forgot that this is presumably related to work.
Time to refocus.
“You contribute by being you,” I say. “You’re refreshing. Come inside. I’ll give you a tour and show you the studio. I can play you what I’m working on, if you like?”
Sam smiles. “I’d love to hear it.”
He follows me, and I want to hold his hand. He held my hand in the lift without any hesitation.
Sod it. I take his hand, and he makes a startled sound of surprise but then wraps his fingers around mine.
You know how some people hold your hand all limp? And others crush it? Sam’s perfect and active, holding me right back but not overdoing it.
We walk into the great room, which is all glass facing out to the ocean. The furniture is low so it doesn’t get in the way of the view.
My bedroom, the kitchen, and the great room are on the top level of my house, which is the entry level from the street—although to get to my house from Highway1, you have to go down a private drive and through some gates. Down one floor, there are guest bedrooms, a bar area for entertaining, and a library-lounge area. On the bottom floor, besides my studio, are a game room, media room, and sauna.
