Whisky Lullaby: Rock Star Romance, Step-brother New Adult Romance (Tennessee Romance Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

“Look at my stepbrother. We’re like night and day.”
    Kaylee stroked her finger down along Charlie’s stubble jawline. “Glad I found the handsome, fun one.”
    Stuffing another bite in her mouth, Ashley waved and raced out the door. What did Charlie mean about family? She and Kaylee were night and day different but similar in some ways as well. The mention of Logan brought a clear image of him to her mind. He was cute, but not like his stepbrother. She wasn’t interested. Plus, she didn’t have time to think about guys. She had a scholarship to keep.
    Shrugging it off, Ashley ran down the hall and pressed the down elevator.
     
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    Logan slumped down in a seat in the backrow of English Composition 101. He’d arrived right on time with a Red Bull in his hand, a marble composition notebook on the desk and a single sharpened pencil behind his ear. He didn’t recognize anybody else in the class, and figured it was a good thing. No need to make conversation.
    Last night, he settled into the other half of Zip’s room, tossing and turning most of the night. It took Gavin a while to restring the banjo and then forever to get it back in tune to the way Logan liked it. They practiced their songs most of the night, accompanied by enough beer to quench the nation. Zip decided that if they wanted to ace the audition at Rock Star Royale, they needed some new songs and an extra oomph. When asked what the hell he was talking about, Zip shrugged his shoulders, took a drag on his cigarette and said through the smoke, “I dunno. I’ll know when I hear it.”
    Breaking Logan from his momentary train of thought, Professor Belinda Cassidy strolled through the door in a black business suit, with a serious look on her face to match. “Good morning everyone.” Her cool tone of voice did not match her outfit. Logan pictured her more comfortable in a pair of jeans and something casual. She placed her briefcase on the desk along with a tall cup of coffee or cappuccino. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she went to close the door.
    Just as she shut it, the door flew open and an apologetic female slipped in.
    “Whoa! Hey there!” Professor Cassidy jumped back. “Where’s the fire?”
    Logan recognized the girl. Amber, Angela, A-something! The girl Charlie had knocked down yesterday.
    She fidgeted nervously and then held her hand out to the Professor. “So sorry. Ashley Slater.”
    The class laughed when the Prof hesitated before finally shaking Ashley’s hand. With a polite smile on her face, Professor Cassidy replied, “Pleasure. Please take your seat and remember my class begins at 8:30. Fire or no fire.”
    “Sorry.” Ashley ducked her head down and turned for the classroom. Quickly scanning the room for an empty seat, the only empty desk was at the back beside Logan.
    Logan pulled his pencil from behind his ear and began tapping it against the desk, working out a rhythm playing in his head.
    He was stunned by how beautiful Ashley was. How had he missed that yesterday? Her long hair, the curves of her body. The rose color on her cheeks made her appear vulnerable. For some reason he liked that. Not that he wanted her to be embarrassed. The thought just made him wonder if she would blush like that if she was naked. Not in class, but like, naked in a bedroom with him. Like if he unbuttoned her blouse and brought his lips to her breast. Would she blush?
    He straightened suddenly when she dropped down into the empty desk beside him. He tried to push the image of her naked from his mind and then realized he was staring at her.
    As she looked up past her long raven tresses, her eyes met with Logan’s penetrating gaze. He watched as a sweet smile creased her face, and something hidden began to burn inside of him.
    “Shit!” Logan mumbled and turned his head toward Professor Cassidy, his eyes still caught in Ashley’s web of prettiness.
    He tried to focus on the lesson, but it was impossible. He couldn’t stop