Resisting the Musician (a Head Over Heels Novel) (Entangled Indulgence) Read Online Free PDF Page A

what?” she asked, shaking off the odd funk that had settled over her.
    “Guitar, Lori. You will accompany your sister on the guitar.”
    The pfft that spluttered from her mouth was effusive. “Do I look like I play guitar?”
    “You look like you wouldn’t know which way of a guitar was up, which is what makes the idea so satisfying.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. You must know a billion guitar players who’d jump at the chance. I’m not doing it.”
    “Then right back at ya.”
    Lori chomped down on the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. “Why do I get the feeling you only want me to play because you know how deeply I don’t want to?”
    “It’ll come to you,” he said, one eyebrow cocking.
    “But you don’t even know me.”
    “You don’t know me, either, but that didn’t stop you from driving up my driveway, past my big sign asking you not to. After I had not answered my phone because I clearly didn’t have any intention of talking to you.”
    He waited patiently for her to catch up. To realize she was neck deep in a hole she’d made and there was only one way out. His way.
    Only he didn’t know that she’d been there a million times before.
    She’d only gotten her sister and herself out of Fairbanks by way of three jobs and a pair of cross-country train tickets she’d won in a poker match against one of the local mean girls who’d ridiculed her for needing three jobs.
    She’d only gotten Callie on the train by pretending they were extras in Some Like It Hot . She’d built one of San Francisco’s fastest growing businesses because she never laid down.
    But play the guitar when she had not the slightest inclination or ability?
    Lori had already nibbled a ragged spot into her thumbnail before she even realized it was between her teeth. “One problem, I’m not musical. I don’t even sing in the shower. I have no hope in hell of playing a guitar.”
    A loaded beat went by before he said, “I’ll teach you.”
    Lori reared back. “ You ?”
    “If Callie wants this to stay hush hush, and I won’t be a part of it unless you pay the piper, I don’t see any other way.”
    She opened her mouth to nip the whole ridiculous idea in the bud but nothing came out but a slightly awkward squeak. Which the man of the hour seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
    “So, Lori Hanover, sister of Callie, resister of early morning hops, troubler of honorable men, are we doing this thing or not?”
    Lori swallowed. Pictured what her life would be like if she was forced to start over. Or worse, go back. The mountains of Montana, the lakes, and big sky might be some of the most beautifully rugged country on the continent but to Lori it had been the very edges of hell.
    “Fine,” she said, between gritted teeth.
    He cupped a hand to his ear. “I missed that.”
    “You write it, I’ll play it.” Lori glared at the big, pink envelope covered in Callie’s curly hopeful print. “The lyrics are in there.”
    With a flash of a smile that didn’t touch his eyes, he flicked a finger at the opening. “Have you read them?”
    “Good Lord, no,” she mumbled. Adding belatedly, “Not mine to read.”
    The rumble of laughter told Lori she hadn’t been adept at hiding the real reason she hadn’t dived straight into the thing. That Callie’s adoration for Jake would be even harder to stomach on paper.
    Dash slid the envelope down the back of his jeans, pressing his impressive abs in her direction as he did so. “See you soon, Lori Hanover.”
    She pulled out her phone, opening her calendar with its red entries for dire meetings, orange for regular meetings, green for yoga, manicures, healthy stuff, and the rare blue social encounter. Clueless as to what color she’d make her lessons with Dash Mills, she said, “Of course I’ll have to shuffle my schedule to fit it in—”
    “Whenever. I’ll be here.”
    “Here?” she asked, blinking into the gloomy surrounds. “Any chance we could do this in