Melody of Truth (Love of a Rockstar Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

do.”
    “Hand it over then.”
    I placed the diamond in her palm and she set it in a box on her nightstand. “There. Safe and sound.”

 
     
     
     
     
    THE NIGHT BEFORE I WAS to leave on tour, I stood in front of my half empty walk-in closet and sighed. My ex-wife Bunny had always packed for me; she’d never mentioned how overwhelming it was. Starting with the basics, I snatched a handful of underwear and dropped it into my suitcase. Then came t-shirts and jeans. What else? Shoes? I had worn expensive loafers and shit in the past but I wasn’t that guy any more. Sandals and my beat-up white Converse would suffice. It wasn’t like I was trying to impress anyone. Melody popped into my head, calling me a liar. Since our encounter, she had been on my mind a lot, mostly late at night when I was too restless to sleep.
    My lust for her couldn’t leave my bedroom though. Melody had been hired to do a job and us forming a relationship would get in the way. Also, if I was being brutally honest, I wasn’t ready to dive into anything serious. The scars from my divorce were still fresh, my bitterness too raw. Melody and I deserved a fighting chance without a third party lingering.
    “Sean? Are you back here?”
    I needed to stop handing out my house keys like M&Ms. “Yea, I’m in the closet.”
    Seconds later, Ash entered the room and looked around the sparse space. “It’s super depressing in here bro. Your clothes fit on one rack.”
    “What can I say? I’m not a chick.”
    “Sometimes that is brought into question.”
    “Shut up.”
    Laughing, he plopped himself onto the carpet and leaned back on his hands. Ash had the talent of making himself comfortable on any surface. He had once taken a nap on the cement floor of our old practice space, using his jacket as a pillow. It was truly a gift.
    One look at the disorganized mess of my suitcase and my heart wanted to leap out of my chest. As I refolded my clothes, I asked, “Any particular reason you stopped by?”
    “Nah, just bored. Thought you might be too.”
    “Don’t you have to get ready?”
    “My stuff is pre-packed.”
    I wrinkled my nose. “I hope you washed your clothes at least.”
    With mirth shining in his eyes, he grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    My band members took a sick amount of pleasure in my OCD cleanliness, a trait my mother had passed down to me. She used to say a clean house equaled a happy house. I wanted to believe that was true because my childhood wasn’t anything less than idyllic: two loving parents, a bossy little sister, and a golden retriever named Skip. We were practically the west coast version of the Jeffersons.
    “I’m antsy to get on the road where my soul sings,” Ash said.
    “Me too. It will be nice to escape Seattle for a bit.” Tucking the corners of my jeans into a neat square, I asked nonchalantly, “What do you think of Melody?”
    “Talented, confident, and sexy in a dangerous man-eating way.”
    “My ex was a man-eater. Melody is a…” I trailed off, lost for how to exactly describe her with one adjective when a thousand wouldn’t do justice.
    “She doesn’t walk man; she swaggers. It’s like this hypnotic dance she does with her hips and before you know it…” Ash clasped his hands together loudly. “BAM! She is sucking the blood dry from your jugular.”
    “You have been watching way too many vampire movies.”
    “Simply not possible.” Tilting his head to the side, he gave me an assessing onceover and then slapped his palm against his forehead. “Damn! I’m such an idiot. You like her.”
    “I’m attracted her. What red-blooded male wouldn’t be?”
    “Don’t slit my throat when I say this, but Melody isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. She is a type.”
    My hands curled at my sides as a flash of anger exploded inside me, despite the fact that I knew he was right. I just wanted the whole world to see Melody how I saw her—as a tall glass of lemonade on a hot day.
    Sean’s fit