Love Notes (Rocked by Love #1) Read Online Free

you're
all right?" The last thing she needed was to worry about her friend. Irisa
was more than a friend, more like a sister.
    "I'd feel better if
I knew you were still coming with me."
    "Well…" Backing
out of something after she'd given her word wasn't her style. But she was
emotionally exhausted after Pepper's ordeal, and she did have Vendetta's tour
coming up in July. The high-energy metal band was very high-maintenance.
    Irisa gripped her hands
together. "Being the only girl stinks. When we were playing the shows in
New York and New Jersey, I spent a lot of time with the fashion designer who
outfitted the guys for their photo shoot in Central Park. Hanging out with
Audrey made me realize how much fun it was to have another female around.
Please come help balance out all that testosterone."
    Her friend had mentioned
Audrey Pierce's name several times when they'd spoken during that tour.
Obviously, the designer had made an impact. Jayne touched her gold pendant—an
Audrey Pierce design.
    Irisa had also flown home
during that tour to hold Jayne's hand as she said goodbye to Pepper, and then
spent the next three days helping her deal with the void the dog's death had
left. She could never repay the debt. "I can't say no to you. All right.
I'm in. I'm no quitter."
    A grin overtook Irisa's
face and she threw her arms around Jayne. "Thank you."
    Arm in arm, they walked
into the puppy room. Cute bundles of fur yipped and played and vied for
attention. Jayne groomed and snuggled and let them soothe her worries. She'd
been through a lot in her life. She could handle one surly singer.
    Confidence restored, she
turned to find Irisa playing with a German Shepherd. "Do you want to grab
drinks later? I have to give two piano lessons first, but maybe around
eight?"
    "I was thinking I'd
stay home tonight." A blush colored her cheeks. "I'm hoping I'll bump
into my new neighbor again. We sort of had drinks together on Friday
night."
    "Sort of had drinks
together?" Jayne set aside the brush she held. "How could you not
tell me?"
    "The whole Luke
situation kind of dominated my thoughts."
    "True." She
didn't want to dwell on that anymore. Irisa had been alone for far too long. If
anyone needed to have some fun, she did. "Come on, spill the
details."
    "Well, his name is
Dom Torres and he plays center field for the Riptide. He also happens to be a
big fan of the band. He even uses "Cut Down" as his walk-up
song."
    "Wow. I bet the guys
love that."
    "They do. They're
performing the National Anthem at the ball park on the seventeenth and they'll
get to meet the team afterward. Zander can't wait."
    "How's he
doing?" Jayne picked up her brush, hoping the casual movement would cover
her interest. She could only imagine the band's response to Luke's
boating-under-the-influence arrest.
    "You actually might
hear from him. He asked me for your number today. I think he's worried you
might bail out." She stared out the window for a moment, a frown marring
her forehead. "You won't, right?"
    "I already said I
was in." She couldn't prevent the edge from seeping into her voice. Would
Zander really care if she came on the tour? With all he had going on and
pulling his focus, she doubted she was at the forefront of his thoughts.
     
    A few hours later, she
strode into the community center in south L.A., where she gave piano lessons
once a week. The building, a source of renewal in the crumbling neighborhood,
had seen better days. Kids of all ages ran across the tiled floor, spilling
into various rooms. She waved to some of the regulars and made her way to the
music room. Instruments, some in various need of repair, crowded the space.
Because the center relied on volunteers to provide free music lessons to the
kids, they often went for long periods without instructors, and the instruments
came in by way of donations. Most of the kids couldn't afford to buy their own.
Their families could barely afford clothing and food.
    After her beginner lesson
with a