Heartbreaker

by Kate Kisset

  Harlan opened the door to his recording studio and she stepped in. Scanning the counter past a coffee mug full of pens and a few crumpled edged notepads, she looked for a gift of some kind, and then it dawned her. Georgia broke into a smile. “Am I going to be the first to hear another song?”

  “You could say that.” Harlan took his place at the helm of the console, eyeing her as he sat down. Georgia felt a surge of excitement from Harlan’s heated stare. “I want you on my lap for this one.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. She’d barely been able to sleep last night because she was so lonely without his touch.

  Harlan pushed off on the rug, making the chair roll back. Slapping his thighs with his palms, giving her an irresistible grin, he crooned, “Right here.”

  Georgia wanted to wrap her arms around him, drag him off that chair and— “Are you sure I won’t hurt you?” she worried, checking him out.

  “Get on my lap, woman,” Harlan repeated, tapping his thighs again.

  A little of the swelling around his eye had gone down, although the discolorations were darker. Careful of his ribs, Georgia slid an arm around Harlan’s neck and settled on his lap, basking in his clean scent. “What’s the name of the song?” She asked, guessing which one of the levers he’d use.

  “It’s called ‘Never Have I Ever.’”

  She sat up, looking past his bruises and into his deep blue eyes. “You mean that game?”

  He gave her a blank stare.

  “You know the one,” she explained, “Someone starts by saying never have I ever, for example, sung onstage. In that case, you would drink, because you have sung onstage.”

  “No. The song has nothing to do with a drinking game.” Harlan reached for her face and, seeming hypnotized by her mouth, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I can assure you, though, I have been drinking you in every second of the past two days.”

  His big hands clasped around her waist as he shifted her on his lap. She clung to him, watching him reach across the console and press the red button next to the VU meters.

  The song started, and Harlan settled back in the chair, keeping his arms wrapped snugly around her, pressing her closer against him. “Now close your eyes and listen to the lyrics. Will you?” he asked over the crystal strings of an acoustic guitar.

  “I will,” she agreed, nestling closer.

  “Promise you won’t say anything until the song is over.”

  “I promise,” she said solemnly, honored he’d share his song with her.

  “I wrote this just for you last night,” he said in a soft voice.

  Her heart dropped to the floor. “You did?’

  “While you were sleeping.” Harlan nodded perfunctorily and turned back to the mixing board, where he raised two levers, turning up the volume of a poignant, tender melody.

  Shy and Harlan were not two words she’d normally use in the same sentence, but at that moment they suited him.

  Noting the change on his face, a rush of emotions wreaked havoc through Georgia’s system, fighting for her attention from one end of the spectrum to the far end of the other.

  Harlan wrote a song for her. And it was loud and beautiful, and anticipation of his message welled, as though her heart was precariously teetering on the edge of a cliff. If the song was about a simple friendship, or a fling, her heart would plummet.

  Georgia swallowed around the lump in her throat. As Harlan’s voice poured through the speakers, touching her from every angle of the room, she closed her eyes and listened:

  I wanna kiss you forever

  I wanna never let go

  I wanna touch your soul

  I wanna breathe you in

  on a blanket of time

  Georgia gasped in shock, slowly turning to Harlan. His beautiful eyes gazed into her heart as the song continued to play.

  Under the stars or

  in the bright blue

  Just you and me

  Never have I ever

  felt this way.

  Never have I ever

  thought this day

  would end and you’d walk away.

  Oh, that someday is today, baby.

  Someday is right here, baby.

  The tears overwhelmed her. Love covered her in a blanket of happiness, infusing her with hope, wrapping her in dreams coming true. Mouthing the words, Harlan whispered against her lips, and all she could do was listen in shock.

  Never have I ever

  kissed this way.

  Never have I ever

  Never have I ever

  Found my forever

  Feelings of passion and love clamored for her attention, clouding her brain, turning everything into a blur except Harlan. He planted a kiss in the hollow of her neck. His lips trailed up back to her lips, where she devoured them, all the while listening to him sing.

  I know it’s fast

  but I think this will last.

  Never have I ever begged someone to stay.

  Someday is today

  Please stay

  Someday is today

  “Will you stay?” Harlan whispered between kisses. “I’m in love with you. I know it’s crazy, but please listen to the song again if you have to and tell me you’ll stay.”

  “I’ll play that song over and over until the day I die, Harlan.” She tried to focus on his beautiful face through the blur of tears. “Yes,” her voice broke. “I’ll stay. Of course, I’ll stay. I love you, Harlan,” she said, kissing him. “Two days, two months, two years, it will always be yes. Yes, I’ll stay.”

  Six Months Later:

  The months had been a whirlwind. After Georgia filed the story with her magazine, and despite her picky editor offering to double her salary, she decided to go freelance, leave New York, and move in with Harlan. Her parents were shocked, her mom horrified she’d make such a decision so quickly, but she didn’t know Harlan the way Georgia did.

  After he proposed two weeks ago, The Owl was the first place they thought of for the reception and the party. Everyone they loved was celebrating their engagement with them and would be there for them en masse at the Lonesome Courthouse two weeks from Thursday.

  “You did propose to her in town, didn’t you?” Linda asked Harlan and frantically turned to her. “Where, exactly, did he put a ring on your finger?”

  Laughing, Georgia waved her left hand, showing off her diamond, still not believing how much her life had changed. She tipped her cheek up to Harlan, who gave it a kiss.

  “In the park,” Harlan answered, “on the bench across from Belle’s. We’re not taking any chances, even if the legend isn’t true.”

  “Facts are facts, Peach,” Linda raised her voice, getting Pearl’s attention from a few barstools down. Pearl caught Georgia’s eye and headed over. “Check the stats,” Linda continued. “Lonesome has the lowest divorce rate per capita in the U.S.”

  Georgia nodded. “I believe you.”

  “We believe you, Linda,” Harlan added, “But the question is why?”

  “Apparently, it has something to do with the proposals, too.” Linda leaned closer to them. “My great aunt Agnus has been keeping records. You must be proposed to and have said yes, and get married within the town limits.”

  “You are correct, Linda.” Pearl got up from her stool and sashayed over to them. “The wedding and the proposal both factor in equally in order for your happily ever after to happen in Lonesome. Congratulations, you two.” She gave them each a peck on the cheek.

  “Now, I don’t claim to know everything about this town.” Pearl turned to Harlan. “And as to your question, why does this phenomenon happen here?” She paused dramatically, blinking her false eyelashes and patting her bun. “Well, I don’t know the entire story, but I know there are some folks around here who do.”

  BOONE BELLIED UP TO the bar, a few rows down from Harlan and Georgia, and started on his second beer.

  “Another round for the happy couple?” Linda laughed from behind the sleek wood counter
. “Now let me get this straight, you still want the same exact beer you drank on your first date here?”

  “Yes!” Georgia and Harlan said in unison, leaning against the bar. Georgia tapped the counter for good measure. “Set ’em up, Linda.”

  “You do realize if this type of behavior goes on after the wedding, you’ll be one of those couples.” Boone grinned. “Colt,” he raised his voice. “Back me up here.”

  Colt who was standing with his back to him, turned. “Annoying.” He raised his glass. “I concur,” Colt teased. “Almost as annoying as hearing both my brothers on the radio every fifteen minutes. I swear, every time I turn the dial one of you bastards is singing to me. Wasn’t I tortured enough having to listen to you every day growing up?”

  The group broke into laughter, but it was unusual for Boone and his brother to be dominating the airwaves at the same time.

  When Boone released the “It’s Just a Matter of Time” album, the title shocked him by jumping to the top five on the country charts within a week. Despite her protests, Boone and Harlan insisted on giving Georgia songwriting credits.

  And after he, Colt, and Georgia convinced Harlan to get back in the public eye and share “Never Have I Ever,” with the world, it hit the top ten in less than a month.

  Once the story behind the song got out, everyone thankfully seemed to forget about the Harlan-Danny’s-wife bullshit. The new rumor going around was Harlan had fallen in love, for real this time, and fans downloaded the track in droves. For once the tabloids got it right.

  Boone took another pull from his beer and shifted, watching Linda flag the couple who were already acting like newlyweds. He’d never seen Harlan smile so much. “You want to use the same type of glasses from your first date at the reception too, right?” Linda teased. “You understand I had to wash your original glasses.”

  She placed two more beers on the counter in front of Harlan and Georgia. “You’re positive you’re not pregnant?” Georgia nodded.

  “Not yet, but oh, we’re having babies, Linda,” Harlan confessed. “Just you wait. We’ll have a little band up on that stage of yours this place will never forget.”

  “I don’t doubt you for a second, Harlan.”

  Boone turned back to his beer. As much as he didn’t want to think about himself while he was at Harlan and Georgia’s party, he couldn’t help thinking about Becca. She used to look at him with the same light in her eyes that Georgia had when she was looking at Harlan. Becca made him feel like her hero and he—he flat out worshipped her, and wasn’t afraid to show her every second they were together that he loved her.

  It wasn’t supposed to go like this, Harlan wasn’t supposed to beat him down the aisle. Boone should’ve been married by now and starting a family. That’s all he ever wanted.

  That was the plan, and one of the reasons his mother gave him the nickname, Love Maker. He was the romantic of the family and knew love when he found it.

  So what if he met the love of his life early? He didn’t have to date around to be sure, and knew without a doubt on their first date that Becca was the only woman for him. Seven years later, not a damn thing had changed, except for the fact that she was gone.

  And what was the point of all the work if he didn’t have her to share his successes and dreams with? Boone couldn’t care less about all the fans, no matter how beautiful, no matter how many threw their panties at him onstage or whatever.

  Where was Becca?

  Was she making love to someone else at this very minute?

  Did she ever think about him?

  How was he supposed to find happiness and take on the world without her by his side?

  The End

  Find out what happens in Boone and Becca’s steamy second chance romance Love Maker!

  https://books2read.com/LoveMaker & Colt and Mariah’s story Dream Maker

  Playlist

  “BOOM” —X Ambassadors

  “Harmony Hall” —Vampire Weekend

  “Glad to Be Unhappy” —Chris Botti, John Mayer

  “Georgia” —Ray Charles

  “Past the Point of Rescue” —Hall Ketchum

  “So into You” —Atlanta Rhythm Section

  “Drunk on You” —Luke Bryan

  “Talk You Out of it” —Florida Georgia Line

  “Maybe we Will” —Noah Schnacky

  “Golden Hour” —Kacey Musgraves

  “Here Tonight” —Brett Young

  “You are the Reason” —Calum Scott, Leona Lewis

  “For Once in my Life” —Stevie Wonder

  “The Heartbreak Kid” —Harlan Beckett, Kate Kisset*

  “Heart Don’t Lie” —Harlan Beckett, Kate Kisset*

  “It’s Just a Matter of Time” —Boone Beckett, Harlan Beckett, Georgia Monroe, Kate Kisset*

  “Never Have I Ever” —Harlan Beckett, Kate Kisset*

  (*Songs from the book, sung in the writer’s mind, accompanied by her imagination.)

  Other Books by Kate Kisset

  CONTEMPORARY ROMANCES:

  Lonesome Cowboy Series:

  Heartbreaker

  Love Maker

  Dream Maker

  Love in the Vineyards Series:

  Love at Last- Love in the Vineyards #1

  Love’s Home Run- Love in the Vineyards #2

  Kissing Luca- Micro short story. (Luca & Danica)

  Love is a Wildfire- Love in the Vineyards #4

  Kissing Mr. Mistletoe (Companion novella)

  The Santinos (Spin-off romantic comedies)

  One Wish

  Two to Tango

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  About Kate Kisset

  FORMER SAN FRANCISCO radio disc jockey Kate Kisset is passionate about telling great stories. After playing thousands of Pop, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author.

  A girl’s girl herself, Kate’s heroines are smart and feisty and her heroes are drool-worthy book boyfriends.

  When she's not writing, Kate's favorite job is being "The Mommy." She enjoys reading, binge watching Netflix and the Hallmark Channel, wine tasting, cooking, listening to music, and hiking with her loyal companion Luciana Parmigiana, her rescue-dog-editor.

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