Miles Apart (The Not So Bad Boys of Rock Book 2) Read Free Page A

love for me, Brooke. It wasn’t right for
me to want to get in your way. I’m trying to accept that you have two loves in
your life, me and your work. I know that you have worked hard for this, and
that it was your dream.”
    “Thank
you,” I whispered, crying again. “I know it was my dream, but why do I feel
like I’m stuck in a nightmare and I can’t wake up? I love being here, what I’m
doing, but I don’t love it more than I love you. Everything I achieve feels
pointless without you here to share it with me.”
    I
heard a muffled choking sound on the other end, and then a moment of silence.
He sniffed loudly, coming back to the phone. “I think I’m stuck in the same
nightmare. What can we do to get out of it?”
    “I
need to see you. I need to feel you, to kiss you again. I think a bone-crusher
is needed,” I laughed, nervously, still uncertain of where things stood between
us. “That way, I’ll know we’re okay.”
    He
laughed heartily, making my heart swell in response. “I'm dying to kiss you
again. How soon can you get to Germany?”

 
    A new peace surrounded me after hearing his
voice. It was a welcome change to what I had been feeling. Before hanging up,
an act that had taken twenty minutes because we couldn’t stop saying I love
you, we made arrangements for me to join him in Berlin. They would be staying
there a week, performing four shows. I couldn’t believe that I was finally
going to see them perform, it was sort of like icing on the cake. I would be
there for two nights, and I had every intention of spending one of them in the
hotel, in his arms.
    The
next night I arrived home from the restaurant, energized and eager to meet my
neighbors. I quickly showered and changed into jeans and a Paradox T-shirt,
pulling my hair into a high ponytail. I left my apartment and made my way to
3B, knocking tentatively upon arriving. The door swung open and I found myself
standing face to face with Reid. When he saw me a huge smile spread across his
handsome face.
    “Brooke!
Come in. Hey everyone, this is Brooke, she lives in 2A, across from me.” He
announced, happily. Everyone greeted me heartily and I gave a small wave in
return, suddenly feeling shy. “Here, come with me.” He squeezed my hand,
pulling me through the apartment, until we reached the small bar set up on the
kitchen counter. “Name your poison,” he offered, never releasing my hand.
    “Um,
I’ll just have a glass of wine. White, please.” He let go, and my skin tingled
as the blood rushed back to the extremity. “Thank you,” I responded, as I took
s sip.
    We
moved to the living room, where everyone mingled in various positions, some were
on the sofa, some chose to stand, while others sat in groups on the floor. I
tucked my legs under my body and joined them, Reid filled the space to my left.
    “So,
how was your night, did you get some sleep?”
    “Oh,
yeah,” I blushed. “It was a great night.”
    “Oh
wow, you sure are cute when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?”   His head cocked to the side, and his
smile was contagious.
    “Um,
I may have heard that once or twice,” I replied softly, as my cheeks turned a
deeper shade of crimson, remembering each time Sebastian had spoken those same
words to me, and the effect they still had on me.
    “So,
Brooke Caldwell, I want to know all about you,” he said, leaning in to make
conversation easier.
    “Gee,
where do I start?” I laughed.
    “How
‘bout telling me where you’re from?”
    “I’m
originally from Michigan.” He didn’t hide his grimace at the mention of his
state’s college rival. “But, I moved here from California.”
    “Nice.
How long were you in California?” His interest suddenly peaked, and he inched
closer, making me slightly uncomfortable.
    “Not
very long, actually. I had just moved there to work at Lardon’s when the owner
asked me to transfer here and turn things around at this site.” I answered,
shifting ever so slightly to