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“What makes you think that I’ve experienced heartache?”
“Your song lyrics.”
Breathing in deep, he shook his head. “That’s a story I never want to tell, Nat.” My face dropped. Here I was opening my heart to him, yet he couldn’t do the same.
“It’s fine,” I lied. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“Let’s go back to bed.” Taking another swig of his whiskey, he stood up with me wrapped around his waist and carried me back into his bedroom. This conversation was clearly over.
Chapter Sixteen
The next few weeks were fairly quiet. Diego had flown over to Rio with a group of friends. Alex continued to work on his album. I was busy organizing studio sessions for him in New York with his new producer, Kingsley Womack. The man was a legend. He’d worked on the first two Steel Roses albums. It was without a doubt that he’d helped their rise to fame.
Mary was busy preparing lunch for everyone when I wandered into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I’m making chicken subs for lunch,” she announced, smiling over her shoulder at me. “When did you want to go over the cleaner applications?”
“After lunch, if you want.” Mary wasn’t impressed with the cleaning agency Milly had hired last year. The contract was finally up, so we were looking into hiring our own cleaners.
“Alex still seems to be in a good mood,” she mused, watching me take a seat on one of the breakfast stools and sip my water.
“He enjoys being in his studio.”
“I think it’s more than that. He has that spark back. Something inside him has switched back on.”
Footsteps came from behind me, and as I turned, Shane walked in with oil all over his hands and shirt. “What have you been doing?” I questioned.
“Alex asked me to look over his bike. He wants to take her out.”Bike?Oh, God. Alex was going out on hisHarley Davidson. Holding my legs together, I tried not to think about how hot he’d looked on that bike in his music videos over the years.
“Wouldn’t he get lynched?”
“No, Nat. He doesn’t go driving down Hollywood Boulevard.” Shane’s eyes danced with humor. “He can get around pretty discretely when he wants to.”
“Does he go out alone?”
“Sometimes, but I have a bike, too. Taking to the open road is a good way to clear your head.”
“They were gone for a week the last time they went out on their bikes,” Mary commented, still busy making lunch.
“We were only going to travel along the Pacific Coast Highway, but our bikes had other plans,” Shane chuckled, lost in thought. “How much longer will lunch be, Mary?”
“Fifteen minutes. You have time to freshen up.”
“I’ll go and tell Alex,” I replied, walking out the same time as Shane.
“I was thinking of heading out tonight for a few drinks, maybe some food. Did you want to join me?” This hadn’t been the first time Shane had asked me to go out with him, and I was running out of excuses.
“Oh, I can’t. My parents are Skyping me later.”That’s the best excuse you’ve got, White?
“You don’t have to be cooped up in here, Nat. Alex can cope without you for one evening. He’s not going anywhere. He hasn’t for weeks.”
“No, it’s not because of him. I really have things to do,” I lied. The truth was, I lived for the nights these days. Being wrapped up in Alex’s embrace was all I wanted.
“Okay, maybe some other time, then?” Nodding, I opened the door to Alex’s studio. He was sat with his acoustic guitar, gently strumming a few chords as he sang softly to himself. I loved the tone of his voice, but there was something so innocent to about what he was singing right now. He hadn’t noticed me. Walking closer toward him, I saw the words‘I’m feeling wonderlust, baby. Pure wonderlust,’written on a piece of paper on his mixing desk. Softly, he began to sing the words aloud. My breath hitched at the sound. It was a beautiful melody, which made the words sound like a loving caress.
“That was beautiful,” I whispered in awe when the room fell silent.
Startled, he turned to look at me. “When did you sneak in here?” I wasn’t sure if he was annoyed with me.
