His Distraction (Assured Distraction Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

difference is how life plays out once you do get some control. It sounds like she tried to do right by you. Someone sure as hell took the time to teach you right from wrong.”
    Hayden stared at Ryan for a few minutes before he continued. “Yeah, she did. My grandparents weren’t able to help her too much, but they did what they could. They kept me so my mom could finish high school and work at the grocery store in our town. My grandpa gave me my first guitar when I was ten. He always loved music and he could play some, too. It was great when he would play for us. When he figured out I was able to pick up music by ear and wanted to learn, he bought me this old Gibson at the pawn shop and taught me all he knew. I got lucky that our school’s band director loved guitar, too. He kinda’ picked up where my grandpa left off teaching me. I can play the hell out of this thing now. Just wait ‘til you hear me.”
    Ryan again had to laugh. This kid’s positive attitude and confidence in his skills were great to witness. He knew those two things would get the kid a long way in the industry if he didn’t burn out before he made it big. “Get the damn thing out and let’s hear what you got.”
    Tuning a little on the old guitar, Hayden launched into Assured Distraction’s newest releases, Fuel to the Fire . The upbeat tempo of the rock song had several spots with acoustic guitar solos and Ryan watched the kid work the strings and was shocked by the sweet sound the kid could produce. He was right; he could play the hell out of the guitar, and he rocked the song. Next, he transitioned into a ballad, and his voice was smooth and deep but more than that, he had a unique sound. After a few cover songs, he played something Ryan didn’t recognize, and it had all the makings of a hit song.
    “Wow, I’m blown away, kid. I’m glad you listened to your mom and friends when they told you that you could play and sing. Let me send a message to the rest of the band and get my guitar, we’ll play some together.”
    Walking back in with his own Gibson, he sat down opposite Hayden and the two started playing some cover songs they both knew. The two cousins were able to feed off of each other’s melodies.
    Gunner threw the door open like he owned the place, a smirk already on his face. “What’s wrong, fucker? You need help remembering how to walk like a man now that Krissy’s finally put your balls in a jar?”
    “Nothing’s wrong, dickhead. I just needed y’all to quit playing with yourselves and get your lazy asses over here and act like musicians for a minute.” Pissed faces glared back at Ryan in response. “What? I needed y’all to get here, and it couldn’t wait.”
    “We dropped everything and ran over here. What is so damn important for us to come immediately? I was in the middle of something that could have led to coming.” Gunner, the grown man with the mind of a sixteen-year-old boy, smirked.
    “I want to introduce you to my cousin, Hayden. He popped in for a surprise visit.”
    All eyes were on Hayden now, and he stared back at them equal parts nervousness and fascination to be in the same room with these rising stars in rock music. He knew the band from the radio, but he had no idea their presence would feel so much larger-than-life in person. Their well-muscled bodies and wild hair made for impressive-looking company, but the array of colorful tats covering their skin rounded out the rocker image. They all very much looked like they were born and bred rock gods. To the small-town kid that hadn’t experienced seasoned, successful musicians, the look of these two was a bit staggering.
    He stood, all the same, good manners instilled in him his entire life, and shook hands with both of Ryan’s bandmates as he introduced them.
    Hayden tried to find his voice before he finally managed a clear greeting. “Uh, it’s great to meet you guys. I’ve been a fan for a long time.”
    The two gave him a quick head nod, not