Page 85 of Love is a Lyric
Okay, now she was being dramatic. She had a big life waiting for her when she flew to New York in a few weeks to train with Matt before taking over his job working for Drew. And she was excited. That wasn’t a lie.
But something still wasn’t right.
She chewed on the end of her pen cap, smiling as she thought of how Quinn would yell at her for that. Having her sister back was good, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to return any of Quinn’s calls over the past couple days.
Baby steps.
Quinn was in L.A., working on Piper’s songs to make them her own. She’d texted Piper a million questions, but the messages sat unanswered on Piper’s phone.
Now, as she stared down at the unfinished song in her notebook, all she could think about was how she’d told Ben that was exactly what they were.
A song that would never get its resolution.
“I don’t want to be an unfinished song.” The words weren’t for anyone but herself as she flipped through the notebook for the lyrics she’d begun what seemed like years ago. In reality, it had only been weeks ago she’d found Ben sitting on his bed trying to write a song without lyrics, a song that never left Piper.
She traced the words she hadn’t truly known the meaning of when she wrote them.
One day.
Forever together.
One kiss.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
We thought we’d found heaven.
That this was where our story ends.
Her finger paused over the wordendsas she closed her eyes and listened to the notes in her mind. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d started to write. And write.
By the time the pen slowed, she’d written three more verses and a chorus.
Her mom was right. Love was a lyric. In all it’s beautiful, messy, emotional words.
Just a lyric.
She closed her notebook, releasing a breath.
The front door flew open, and Chase rushed in, his perfectly tailored suit making him appear older than he was. Piper whistled, a smile flitting across her face. “Yo, Evans.”
He turned and sauntered in to the living room, leaning against the doorframe and sticking his hands in his pockets. “Hey, good lookin’.”
“Professional looks good on you.” She left the notebook on the coffee table and walked over to him. “So, you do have a job.”
He lifted a brow. “Why would you think I didn’t?”
“You’re just always here.”
“Pipes.” He pushed off the doorframe. “No job would keep me from you when you need me.”
“Yeah, ditto.”
He flashed her a grin. “Well, it’s Friday night, so you know what that means?”
“Pajama Netflix party?”
“You are not staying in this house another night. We have lives to live, girl.”
