I Remember You (An Erotic Romance) - Isis Cole Read Online Free PDF

Things changed so quickly.  Billy Ray Deuce, once the hottest thing in Nashville, didn’t even have a recording contract anymore.   
      “So what do they want me to do?” Michael said.  “Fly out to LA and talk to them?”  
      “No.  Here’s the thing, the guy works out of Wilmington, North Carolina, of all places.  The big movie studio down there?  This guy was a kid in film school when you were with Billy Ray.  You know what I mean?  He can’t get those songs out of his head.  He wants his movie to sound like that.  He’s so gung ho to have you on board, he’ll fly up to see you.  So here’s what you do.  You take a lunch with him there in Portland, someplace nice, bring him back to the house, show him the records on your wall…”  
      “North Carolina?” Michael said.  
      “Yeah.”  
      “Tell him I’ll fly down to see him.”  
      “You want to fly down there.  Really?  Okay, Michael.  You sure?”  
      “Yeah.  I’ve always wanted to check the place out.”  
      When he hung up with Sid, Michael pushed the speed dial for Rachel’s number.  She had promised him a meal, after all.   
         
      * * *  
         
      Rachel looked around the house she shared with her two daughters.  It wasn’t a tiny house.  But it wasn’t nearly as nice as the house that she had when she was married, and she was sure it was nothing like the places Michael must be used to.   
      All the same, it was a nice three-bedroom place, a ranch, with a good back yard, in a community with a pool, and not too far from the beach.  And it was well kept.  At least, it was today.  With Rachel’s teaching schedule and the girls involved in every extracurricular activity they could think of, the place got pretty messy during the week.  Rachel had spent half the afternoon cleaning.  She had the place sparkling now.  As she gazed around, she saw it was a house she could be proud of.   
      Tim had picked up the girls this morning.  It wasn’t his scheduled visitation weekend, but for once he didn’t complain when something out of the ordinary happened.  He didn’t threaten to speak to the judge.  Instead, he acted like a human being, drove down here and got his daughters, no questions asked.        
      It was a tiny miracle and Rachel took it as a good sign.  
      She was done cleaning, her famous chicken cacciatore was in the oven, and some delicious hors d’ouvres, including thick slices of parmesan with tomato and olive oil on sour dough bread, were out on the table.  She had opened a nice bottle of red wine and was letting it breathe.  She had showered and put on a nice summery green dress, with spaghetti straps.  She wore sandals with chunky heels.  She thought she looked sexy.  She certainly felt sexy.     
      Now she was waiting.   
      Michael had a meeting at the big Screen Gems movie studio in town today, something about doing the soundtrack for a film.  She hadn’t pressed him for details because he sounded embarrassed to talk about it.  Afterwards, he was coming here for dinner.  God, Michael was so successful, and he treated it in such an offhand and modest way.  It amazed her.            
      She thought about the last time she saw him, twenty years before.  Until their little lunch date in Boston last summer, it was the last time she had ever seen him.  She was at his apartment, and they had officially broken up.  She was leaving for Paris in a week.  She was going to spend a few days with her family before she left.   
      She and Michael were in his bed.  It was morning, and they were both nude from the night before.  She was crying, she remembered that much.  She was crying and he held her against his chest.  She was leaving, and she wanted to leave, but on that day something about it felt really, really tragic.  They were star-crossed lovers.  They were Romeo and Juliet.   
      At some point, she noticed his