“How is it going to work? If we’re both living in the same house… I mean, what if people notice?”
Juliet steadily met her stare. Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t waver. “Then, they notice. I’m not going to break my contract or risk being sued, right on the precipice of finishing all of my obligations. And you’re someone I’m close to, who is moving to L.A. It’s not the craziest thing that you’d stay with me.”
“And Harrison?” She asked, nerves fluttering through her. Not becauseshegave a damn about whatever he thought he could do. But she didn’t want anything to bounce back on Juliet.
“Harrison…” Juliet clenched her jaw. “Can go fuck himself.”
Darcy’s lips fell open on a wide smile, surprise and pride exploding to life inside of her. Fuck, that was attractive.
“He won’t be happy. But the better my career goes, the more money he makes. So I’m not concerned about repercussions for myself. And…” She searched Darcy’s face, the first hint of uncertainty flitting over her expression. “If you–”
“He can go fuck himself,” she repeated, nodding quickly, vehemently. “Don’t try to take back anything you’ve brought up today on my account. This is exactly what I want.”
Unable to contain herself any longer, she surged forward, pushing up onto her knees as she kissed Juliet, pouring all of this – thisloveinto it. In her fervor, she knocked Juliet down onto her back, landing on top of her.
Juliet laughed against her, scratching her hands up Darcy’s back.
So… maybe things were going to be okay. Better than okay, even.
Dead Air — Robbie-O and Juliet No More?!?
April 19
One of our long-term couples in the music world might be splitting. Insiders say there have been rumblings of trouble in paradise for months, now.
It sounds a little crazy, admittedly. We just saw Robbie and Juliet acting as typical-couple-y as usual. Adorable, beautiful, arm in arm at Nik Kosta's premiere.
So… if the rumors are true, what the hell is happening to everyone’s favorite country couple?!
Chapter Forty
Darcy lookedup at the old, but impeccably well-maintained Merriweather’s Music sign on the storefront.
In many ways, where it had all begun. Where she’d taken her passion and her ear for music and taken everything she’d managed to teach herself, and leveled up. Where she’d been taught how to better herself and respect their craft.
Juliet stood next to her, her hands on her hips.
“You don’t have to talk to Blythe and Emerson just yet, if you don’t want to,” Juliet informed her, sliding her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to look into Darcy’s eyes. “It’s only been a few days.”
“I know,” she acknowledged. Because shedidknow. She didn’t have to do anything.
But… she’d never gone for days without talking to Blythe and Emerson, and it was starting to make her feel weirder and more out of sorts than the fact that they were leaving We, The Romantics and hadn’t told her about it for weeks.
Okay, it still stung, but –
Darcy turned back to look at the glass doors of the store. No, she hadn’t totally figured everything out, but what shehadcome to the conclusion of was, “I can’t really blame them for not having the same dreams I have.”
“Ummmm yes, you can,” Juliet drawled back. “I can. I’ll do it for you.”
She laughed, and she wondered if her eyes were actually in the shape of a heart when she looked at Juliet once more. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Thief. Now, I’m going to wander around downtown Pineford – really funny to call somethingdowntownwhen it’s one street, but I guess that’s part of the charm? – while you go and hug it out. However, if you want me to come in and be the bad guy, I’d be happy to.”
In fact, Juliet sounded like she would love to let loose and be the bad guy on Darcy’s behalf.
Darcy shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”
Even if she still had that sting of betrayal, the reality was right in front of her face: if she had to work so hard to keep everything together, how could there have been a real future?
