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

it?” Zip butted out his cigarette on the side of the grey boulder he sat upon. His face was the only one to match Logan’s. Unsure, untrusting and hopeless.
    “Yeah, what’s the damage?” Gavin asked. “Fifty bucks. Hundred?”
    Logan laughed as his eyes scanned the number again. He had read the letter at least a hundred times, not fifty. He didn’t know why he expected the number to miraculously read different. There it sat in big bold numbers – five hundred bucks. He thought he was going to be physically ill. He wanted this so bad and knew it would never happen. He dryly watched the faces of his fellow band members. “Five hundred bucks.”
    “Holy shit!” Zip barked as he choked down air.
    “Are they insane?” Gavin shook his head.
    “That’s how much we’re payin’ in rent!” Dale complained.
    “Like I said,” Logan explained. “It’s a problem.”
    “We can try to pick up some gigs at the Cave…” Gavin suggested, always refusing to be beat down.
    “Open mic night guarantees some good tips…” Dale offered quietly. He didn’t look very hopeful.
    “Not $500 good…” Logan mumbled and stared down at the letter in his hands.
    “No, but every little bit adds up,” Gavin rebutted. “I’m not throwing the towel in just yet.”
    Logan looked his bandmate squarely in the eyes. There was a spark of hope in Gavin’s eyes that Logan had allowed to fade from his own. Damn that spark’s contagious! Logan wondered if he should just let his instincts guide him instead of listening to the objective, but boring, voice inside his head.
    “If we had another roommate, we could probably make this work,” Gavin said bluntly as he cast a look over at Logan.
    “Yeah!” Dale shouted. He shot a look at Logan as his brows pressed together. “Logan, why’re you still living with the parents, anyway? The rest of the band lives together. We need our lead there, too.”
    Logan sighed heavily. He had his reasons for not moving out sooner. He didn’t voice his concerns out loud because he didn’t want to be perceived as weak or troubled. Girls talked about their problems. Men took care of business. “It’s not going to help us cover the cost of the competition.” Simple math equaled easy answer.
    “Dude! It would be the best! It’s a three bedroom flat. It’s huge. Zip’s hardly ever there. You’d have the back room all to yourself.” Gavin tried egging his best buddy on.
    “Ass-wipe!” Logan called out, chuckling. “I’ve been to the apartment before! We practice there three times a week!”
    “We’d be able to pull together the money for the competition. Less rent with one more living there.” Dale grabbed his phone and tapped into it. He held it up to show the others the Facebook update: ROCK STAR ROYALE… HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR WHISKY LULLABY!
    “Did you really just make that public?” Logan rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. “We haven’t even made our minds up yet.”
    “It’s decided!” Gavin let out a whoop. “Pack your bags, Murphy! You’re movin’ in!”
    Logan swallowed hard as his stomach twisted into knots. He knew he deserved to live his own life, but he had responsibilities, too. Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter what he chose, someone was bound to get hurt.
    In that moment, Logan Murphy decided he was going to live for himself for once. “All right, I’m in…” Logan said with a sheepish grin on his face. “There’s one other problem though…”
    “What?” Gavin rolled his eyes. “Damn, do you always have to be full of doom and gloom?”
    “We need a replacement for Charlie,” Logan remarked with a serious look on his face.
    “So let’s recruit somebody…” Dale shrugged like it was no big deal.
    “Yeah, buddy!” Gavin yelled loudly as he slapped his friend on the back. “I say we scout out the cheerleading squad!”
    The group nodded in agreement, but knew it had nothing to do with musical ability.
    “So when are you moving