![]() You know there are recording studios in Manhattan, right?” five or six days? Maybe sooner?” She glances up at me. “I need to be in the studio two weeks from tomorrow to cut the tracks, and I need to hammer the last few songs out with Vale once I’ve got ideas and practice them with the band. “When do you need to be back in Nashville this time?” I lean up on my elbow so I can see her face. ![]() It’s something that’s been weighing on my mind, but it’s not impossible. Which is somewhat surprising, because now the subject of geography has come up. She settles down on my chest again, and I can feel the tension drain out of her. I need a few more for the big-box exclusive tracks before I get back to Nashville.” ![]() “Speaking of which, I should totally write that one. Gran was friends with Ben and he gave me a job, which led to me singing karaoke and falling in love with being onstage, and the rest is history and would make a great country song.” She pauses. ![]() ![]() This house,” she jerks her chin toward the ceiling, “is the only home in this town I want to remember.” Holly shifts, and I think she’s shaking her head. “Are you going to take me to Rusty Meadows while we’re here?” I’m not even really sure why I ask the question. “But you made her go away, and that’s all I wanted.” “Until you married me and I sent her off on a fully paid vacation, and made myself into an easy target.” ![]()
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