FanGirl Squeal (RockStars of Romance Book 1) Read Free Page B

fingers. “If I was into
white boys, I’d be sashaying my black ass all over the country to see him like
you and your friends too.”
    “Fine is fine. White, black, brown doesn’t matter when you’re
packin’ muscles like that.”
    I sighed and slid Troy’s phone back to him. I’m twenty-seven
years old. I shouldn’t still be crushing over Cash Myers. Even though I try to
explain that what I feel for Cash isn’t a crush. True, I wouldn’t turn down a
romp with Cash Myers, but it’s his music that captured my heart eight years ago
and the reason why I’m still partially sane today.
    Cash’s music speaks to me in ways people who don’t have a
blinding passion for music don’t understand. I stopped trying to explain it at
least five years ago. Yet, I know if I made a mad dash down to my office before
finishing dishing the tea with Troy, I’d never hear the end of it. So I changed
the subject.
    “What are your plans with Brandon this week?” I asked over
the rim of my coffee cup.
    “You mean besides mind-blowing I Miss You sex?”
    I sat my coffee cup on the table and groaned. “God, I miss
sex! I thought I’d get lucky last night, but no such luck. Where does my dad
find these guys that don’t put out?”
    “You know good and well Dr. Ford is not trying to hook his
daughter up with a guy who puts out on the first date.”
    Phoebe and Joey mewed their agreement from under the table
as if they were a part of the conversation while they settled comfortably at my
feet.
    “If you weren’t looking for husband material and stop going
on these blind dates with guys your parents pick for you, then you’d be having
sex regularly,” Troy continued with his lecture. “Why don’t you actually attend
one of those weddings you get invited to instead of sending gift cards? Hook up
with a best man or two. That should end your dry spell. Or accept the fact that
one-night stands are okay. Unleash your inner slut, girl!”
    I shook my head. Weddings…no, I don’t do weddings. It’s not
that I’m not happy for my college friends and high school buddies who are
working on their first husbands, but after being left at the alter on my
wedding day, I just can’t do it. Weddings are too hard for me.
    “We’re not talking about weddings,” I told Troy.
    “Honey, it’s been two years.”
    “Doesn’t feel like it,” I replied. “Feels like it happened
yesterday. So, are you and Brandon coming to the KISS FM party with me tonight?
This might be my chance to get some interview time with Cash.”
    Troy’s dark brown eyes swam with laughter as he tried not to
choke on his coffee. His light brown cheeks flushed red all the way to the top
of his bald head. I pushed back my chair and stood up. First, the wedding talk
and now he’s laughing at me. I’m done with Troy for now. I know why he’s
laughing and I don’t find it amusing.
    “Savannah, wait!” Troy called as I stomped down the hallway
back to my bedroom.
    I ignored him. I’m just not in the mood to hear “if you had
emailed him when I told you to, you wouldn’t be trying to chase Cash Myers down
to interview him.”
    Maybe he’s right. Or maybe it’s just not meant for me and
Cash to ever sit down and have a real conversation. I’ve been to every show he’s
played in Los Angeles, before and after he got signed. I’ve been in the same
clubs, the same theaters, even the same restaurants as Cash Myers at least
twenty times and I have yet to talk to him. I even know his publicist
personally. Still no meeting. I simply refuse to call what happened eight years
ago a meeting. I’m sure that Cash doesn’t remember it and when Cash Myers meets
Savannah Ford, it will be quite memorable.
    I logged into Pandora, plugged my iPad into the speakers,
and listened to the Cash Myers station I’d created while I took a long shower,
not even bothering to tie up my hair or put on a shower cap. If Troy can’t fix these
curls tonight, I’ll throw this mess into a