- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
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Thursday, November 22, 2012
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I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “Look, Noel. I didn’t come here to fight with you.”
Noel raises a pierced eyebrow. “Really? Tell me then, Lane, why did you come here?”
‘Lane.’ It’s been so long since I’ve heard that. Noel is the only person alive who shortens my name.
I shake the memories away. This isn’t a time to reminisce. It’s time to get down to business. “Well…” I clear my throat. “I’m an intern at Center Stage Marketing, and my boss, Diana Swagger, flew me down here to discuss Black Falcon’s charity with you.”
“You?” He shakes his head. “Out of all the people in the entire fucking world, they send you down here to talk to me. Did they think because we’ve fucked before I wouldn’t fire you?”
My hands ball into fists at my side. “How can you say that to me? I’m not one of your groupie whores, Noel. What we had was real!”
He lays his guitar down and stands in front of me—his six foot two frame towers over me. “Then why did you leave me, huh? Tell me that. If it was so real, why did you walk away from it?”
I can’t look at him. The reasons for me leaving him that night, on the dock, are unbelievably selfish. Noel reaches out and takes a strand of my brown hair between his fingers and twirls it just like he always did when we were a couple.
I slap his hand away. His touch is just too soon.
The corners of his lips turn down. He reaches back up and tucks the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips linger on my cheek. “Why do you always fight against the inevitable? You’ve always made things so difficult.”