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Out of the three of them, Carter is the most proficient at what he does.
They’re all incredibly talented, but Saint and Axel are like over-excited puppies. They mess around, taking far longer to record than necessary.Carter doesn’t play around in the booth. He gets in, gets the job done, and gets out.
Put the man on a stage though? All bets are off.
That’s where he thrives.
I give him a thumbs up when he kicks the bass a final time. “No need to redo, that’s solid.”
He nods, pushes back his stool, and steps out of the booth.
“Now what?” Carter asks.
“You all go do whatever rock stars do on their days off,” I tell him, rolling my neck side to side. “And I make this diamond sparkle.”
Saint snorts. “That’s a terrible metaphor.”
“Better than me saying make this shit shine.” I smirk, and spin to face them all. “Now get the hell out of my studio.”
Axel ruffles my hair as he passes. “Our studio, Rix.”
“Minefor now. You can have it back when I’ve written you one hell of an album.”
“Alright then.” Axel quirks an eyebrow at me before turning to the guys. “You heard the lady. Let’s move.”
They walk toward the door, Saint watching me over his shoulder with an all-too-knowing look before he slips out of sight.
Carter pauses as he reaches the threshold. He taps his sticks twice on the frame, his shoulders taut. I hear him inhale, then blow it out, before his neck cocks, ever-so-slightly. “Good to have you back, Rix.”
He disappears round the corner, and my chest deflates as a soft breath escapes me, my lips curling to a bright smile.
It’s good to be back.
Now if only I can get Cole to talk to me, and maybe we can finally figure this whole thing out.
Chapter thirty-four
Cole • Now
Swing Life Away – Rise Against
RIXIE
If you’re about done throwing a hissy fit, I have something to show you
Iblowairintomy cheeks to stifle my laughter.
Only Hendrix Moore can turn around and call me storming out on her after she dropped a bombshell a hissy fit. And maybe she’s right. I have no right to be frustrated over the career path she chose. Even if it does fucking hurt to know that while I was out there chasing the future we planned together, she ended up on an entirely different path.
My grip tightens on my phone when another text flashes up on the screen.
RIXIE
I have triple chocolate chip cookies and full fat coke…
A chuckle bursts free.
Pretty sure she’s doing exactly what I did Friday—tempting me down those stairs with my favourite treats.
