The Price of Love (Rockin' Country Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

wants what’s best for me, but sometimes I could give a care less if I sell another million albums. At this point in my life, I just don’t care,” she whispered.
    “Is it not what you want anymore?” Stacey asked, her voice soft.
    Tears clouded Hannah’s vision, making her pull over on the side of the road. “I’m not sure what I want right now. I know that I don’t want to make a snap decision, but everybody keeps pushing me in that direction.”
    “No, you’re more sure than you think; otherwise, this wouldn’t be so hard for you.”
    Hannah gripped the steering wheel then slammed her fist against it in agitation. “I’m almost twenty-five years old, I’m a newlywed, and I’m in love for the first time in my life with someone who loves me back. Not the me he sees on stage either, the real me. I want to bask in that, glory in it. Our honeymoon was three days long, and we haven’t spent more than that together since we got married.”
    “You want a break?” Stacey could hear the frustration from Hannah, and to a point, she could understand it. She felt this way with Brad sometimes—the band and his career would always come first. Their lives would always be expected to come second.
    “I do,” her voice was strong. “I’ve never really taken one. It’s always been a few weeks here, a few weeks there, maybe a month. I’ve gone from tour to record and back three times since I turned eighteen. I’ve not had more than a month off in almost seven years. I need a break.”
    “What will Shell say about that?”
    “I’m not sure, but going to rehab for an eating disorder was the only freakin’ long-term vacation I’ve had. That’s sad.”
    Stacey had to agree with her. Someone with her star power, who had sold millions of records, should be able to get a vacation. “You need to have your lawyer read through your contract; there should be some clause in there that says you get time off. Garrett and the guys have taken a year off at three different points that I know of.”
    Hannah bit her lip as she rolled that over in her head. What would the record company say if she did find the clause and she exerted her power? She was like any other human being in the world. She was feeling tired and used up; she’d been feeling it more and more lately. Another part of her wondered if they would let her do it. She had one more song to record, and then the record would be done. A boatload of money had already been spent on this, and she had a feeling they wouldn’t let her walk away from it.
    “Thanks, Stace, you’ve given me a lot to think about.”
    “Sometimes it takes someone who’s not in the situation to see it clearly.”
    Truer words had never been spoken. A lot of the time, she and Garrett had such strong feelings about who was right and who was wrong, they argued over the stupidest of things. Wanting to deflect that attention, Hannah pulled into the parking lot of the boutique, grateful that this was the day of the week they were open late. “How did Garrett sound?”
    “He was pissed at first—you know that his temper starts out hot. Then, as we talked more, he sounded sad. He misses you.”
    “I miss him too. We could have picked a better time to get married. Our lives are so crazy.”
    Stacey laughed. “The first day I met you, I knew that Garrett would marry you. You ground him in a way nobody else can, but at the same time, you’re a trigger for him. All it takes is someone saying one thing about you that he doesn’t like and he flies off the handle or comes to the wrong conclusion. It hurt him a lot that they want you to do a love song with someone who’s more your type.”
    “Is that what he said?” Hannah was shocked those words had come out of his mouth. “Someone more my type? I’ve never heard anything more ridiculous in my life. There is nobody in this world more my type than him. I didn’t know it when I first met him, but now, without a shadow of a doubt, I know