Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) Read Free

sure what we are. We agreed to be monogamous, but that’s just sex. Outside of that, we barely know each other.
    “I hear you,” she says with a knowing smile. “I’m not sure your face agrees, though. Come on, let’s go help Wren. The sooner they’re packed up, the sooner we can get out of here.”
    I follow her lead, heading up on stage to join Wren. As we climb the short set of stairs, I look over at the rest of the guys while they huddle around some stranger who seems to hold their attention. My eyes linger for a moment on Sage and my stomach tingles. I force myself to look away, appalled by the realization that Violet is right. Whatever she just saw on my face is now spreading awareness to the rest of my body. Sage McCoy has managed to steal a little piece of my heart. I do like him.
    Fuck.
    I know I should probably quit while I’m ahead; cut my losses and all that shit. What’s one more piece of my heart gone? I probably won’t miss it. Yet, the thought of giving him up now? It’s totally ridiculous, but I can’t seem to stomach the idea of being without him. I tried. Granted, it was only for a couple of days, but I put in a solid effort. All it got me was a few restless nights, a lot more cardio clocked at the gym, and the realization that I am not ready to give him up yet.
    I shake my worry away, knowing that this will work itself out. Eventually, the novelty of all that is new between us will wear off and he'll get bored. They always do. Then they always leave. As long as I guard what's left of my heart, I'll survive. There is absolutely nothing wrong with indulging my body for a while, so long as I keep my heart out of it. The moment I start falling for him, I'll reevaluate my options. For now, my heart is fine. He can have what he's managed to steal but nothing more. It's not like he's giving me his heart.
    He isn't. At least, I don't think he is.

 
    WHEN DERRICK TOLD me that there was someone he wanted me to meet, I never in my wildest dreams imagined this . Apparently, Travis Pratt caught D just as he was coming off stage, asking to speak to our band manager. Currently, Derrick’s it. He’s good with the business side of things, plus he’s the most organized, so we’ve always trusted him to take on that role. When Travis told him who he was, D insisted that I needed to be in on the conversation. Now, all five of us guys are circled around one Mr. Travis Pratt—road manager for Lawful Sinners.
    Fuck me.
    After praising our performance, he tells us that he’s been keeping an ear out for an opening act for Lawful Sinners’ next tour. They’re headlining with a couple of other bands, but the opener slot is still vacant. Lawful Sinners is a group based out of Denver. They’ve been around for a couple of years, paying their dues, making a pretty good name for themselves. This will be their second U.S. tour.
    “This is the deal—take my card. You cats need some representation. No offense, kid,” he says, tipping his chin at Derrick, “but you need someone handling the business while you’re up there beating the shit out of those drums. I’ve got a gal, real sharp, works down in D-town. I’ll make sure she’s at your next gig.”
    “Two weeks from today,” JJ announces. “FoCo. The Brew Cycle”
    “I’ll tell her she’s missing out on a good thing if she doesn’t get her ass up there. She likes what she hears, she’ll call me—we’ll see if we can’t work something out.”
    “Thank you,” I manage, offering my hand. He gives me a firm shake before doing the same with the guys, and then he’s gone.
    “Holy. Shit. What the fuck just happened?” asks Maddox, burying his fingers in his hair.
    “I think we might have just got our first big break, lil’bro,” says Knox, clapping his hand against his brother’s back.
    I stare down at the card in my hands, my mind racing, my palms sweating. “We need to find a bass player. Like, yesterday,” I mutter, shaking my head in