Synopsis: They could make beautiful music together…
Hoping to dodge a scandal that could destroy her personal life and her career, Alex fled grad school for a summer job in tiny Potterville, West Virginia. She didn’t expect the town cupids to orchestrate a “chance” meeting with Marc—a sexy, brooding rock star who appreciates her love of poetry. But Alex doubts he’ll want anything more if he discovers the indiscretion she can’t forgive herself for…
Marc came to Potterville to get some space from his band and clear his head. But before he knows it, he’s intrigued with the waitress at the local diner. Alex is not only smart and beautiful, she’s inspiring his songwriting and taking it to the next level. Soon he’s falling for her—and then she runs away. For the first time, Marc is chasing after a woman—and giving both himself and Alex a chance to heal past hurts and take a chance on the future…
Alex scanned the seating area. Plenty of diners were tuned in to the drama as they ate. If she went back to Angela and Finn’s, she wouldn’t have to worry about what would happen if Marc ever found out about her adulteress status, and she could focus all her energy on worrying about what Roger was going to do next. But that wasn’t much in the spirit of “The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock.”
Wait. “What did you say?”
“I want to finish this conversation away from the spotlight.”
“I didn’t want to see you hurt. The way he had your arm, I thought he was going to twist it off.” Marc frowned, his eyes darting to the sides as if he could see the diners watching them through the back of his head.
“No, before that.”
He straightened and heaved a sigh. “Alex, please can we go someplace private?”
“I swear you said you loved me.”
“I did,” he said through his teeth.
“But you won’t say it again now, so how do I know you meant it?” If he loved her, that changed things. He might even be willing to forgive her tawdry past.
“You are killing me here, Alex.”
“Why can’t you just say it?”
Marc turned his head to meet the astonished gaze of the woman at the table next to them.
“Tell her,” the woman said.
“Oh, God,” Marc groaned. “This is going to be all over the Internet.”
“I’m recording it,” a woman at the table next to the drink station said. She had her phone in her hand. “I recorded it the first time, too.”
“Oh, good,” her dinner companion said. “I’m going to want to watch that over and over. This is history.”
These people were far too fascinated with what should be a personal moment. So he was a musician. His love life should have no impact on his ability to play guitar. On the other hand, if he said it now, in front of all these people, he must mean it, right? People, total strangers were recording it for posterity. Roger wouldn’t look her in the eye in class. He hadn’t wanted anyone to get an inkling of what was going on behind his closed office door. Some people in the English department believed he disliked her because of the way he acted toward her in public. If Marc went on the Internet on video saying that he loved her, then everyone would know.
Yeah, she was going to be one of those women who made their man prove he loved her.
“Alex, I love you.”
The seven tables closest to them broke into applause.
About Christa Maurice
Christa Maurice grew up with a passion for words and music. Possessing an unrivaled lack of musical talent, she stuck with words. She has been writing stories since she was twelve when her brother stopped playing music trivia games with her. (She kept winning. It bruised his ego.)
When not writing, Christa teaches English both in the US and overseas. She has taught in South Korea, Chile and Abu Dhabi. In her spare time, Christa is an avid traveller. Highlights include trips to Paris, Kuala Lumpur, Jordan, Prague and Venice. Currently, she is living in Ohio.