Last Song (Chasing Cross Book Five) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) (rockstar contemporary romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

month old son. Usually when Susie text
Sarah for dinner plans that was the cue that her son - Bobby - hadn’t been
sleeping or was teething or Susie just needed a break from being a wife and
mother. Sarah didn’t mind at all. She enjoyed the company and more times than
not, Susie brought wine.
    Susie replied a minute
later.
    I’ll be there at seven.
Dinner, drinks on me. Rob will drive me so we can have a few glasses of wine
together!
    Sarah smiled.
    It was nice to have
plans.
    It was nice to be wanted
and needed.
    As if Molly could read
Sarah’s thoughts, the dog stopped walking and looked up at Sarah.
    “I know,” Sarah said.
“You want and need me. I get that.”
    Molly gave a quick bark
and started to walk again.
    Sarah wanted to be wanted
and needed by a person, not just her dog.
    At the end of the alley,
Sarah stood between her house and the house that had been up for sale for three
months now. Molly froze and let out a small growl. Sarah tugged on the leash
and walked Molly towards their garage. Molly continued to growl under her
breath.
    Sarah crouched down and
petted the dog. “It’s okay, girl. Old Mr. Henders doesn’t live there anymore.”
    Molly growled and then
looked back at Sarah. Molly licked her lips, gave Sarah a quick kiss, and then went
back to growling.
    Sarah knew why Molly was
growling. The old man that had lived in the house for years hadn’t the best
neighbor to anyone. Even though it was a corner house, he managed to have
problems with everyone. Most of the time he walked the neighborhood, never
afraid to knock on a door and suggest something to be fixed, changed, or
replaced. None of that bothered Sarah because the front of her house didn’t face
where Mr. Henders walked, but Mr. Henders liked to work with wood and his saws
were noisy and always sent Molly into a fit. There was nothing Sarah could do
about it because Mr. Henders kept to himself. He did work with the garage doors
opened and Sarah thought about saying something to the old man but she never
did. All she knew was that Mr. Henders wife died twenty years ago and he spent
his life waiting to die too. While he didn’t die, he did finally put the house
up for sale and move away.
    It had been a quiet three
months.
    No saws.
    No noise.
    Molly was calmer.
    Until now.
    It was like Molly could
sense something.
    Sarah noticed the left
door on the garage was slightly open.
    “Is that what’s bothering
you?” she asked Molly.
    Molly whimpered and
dropped her head.
    Sarah rubbed Molly’s
head. “Oh, girl, it’s okay. I’m sure...”
    From the corner of her
eye, Sarah saw the truck again. She stood up and watched as the truck began to
back up, coming down the alley with perfection. The truck hadn’t gone straight
and out of town. It had simply gone around the block, looking for a better way
to back down the alley.
    Sarah kept Molly close to
her as the truck beeped as it backed up towards the garage.
    “Well, look at that,”
Sarah said. “Looks like someone bought old Mr. Henders’ house...” Molly looked
up at Sarah. “Let’s just hope, whoever it is, they’re quiet.”

 
    (5)
     
    Rick did his best to
simply blend in with the crowd. He stood in line wearing a black baseball cap
and black sunglasses. Thanks to not shaving for days now his black facial hair had
already grown in thick. Nobody would - or should - recognize him. Luckily, they
didn’t. If he really wanted to press the issue, he could have had security
detail with him. A private escort into the building. Hell, he could have hung
out with the rest of Chasing Cross before the show.
    But he wanted to be a fan
tonight.
    He wanted to be a
spectator.
    He wanted to see the new
Chasing Cross. The replacement drummer.
    The replacement drummer.
    That’s what everything
phrased it as. The words bothered Rick but he reminded himself that he was the
one who quit the band. Without him drumming, Chasing Cross needed a
replacement. Or they could have just stopped playing