For Everything

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For Everything

Digital
ISBN-
9781612580333

Print
ISBN-
1612580335

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Copyright © 2011 Rae Spencer

Cover art by Bret Poinier

This book is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, any events or locales is purely coincidental.  The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission from the publisher LazyDay, with the exception of quotes used in reviews and critical articles.

Dedication

Thank you to my family, friends and fellow authors for putting up with me, all my quirks, weirdness, stubbornness and always being willing to answer my questions and supporting me.

A special thank you to my lovely ladies… Lorraine, Merrill, & Vicky for being my friends; sharing their time with me, for always being willing to offer their opinions not to mention making me laugh. Love you all!

To Nena for always being there, no matter what, I love and thank you beautiful lady!

Thanks to LazyDay Publishing and Staci Taylor for being so awesome.

For Everything

By

Rae Spencer

Chapter 1

“Come on, put your hands together,” Clay Savage shouted to the crowd before launching into a riff that had the whole club standing on their feet, clapping and stomping.

His ebony hair dripping with sweat, his fingers moving with precision over his strings, head back, eyes closed he wowed the crowd as the spotlight shone on him.

Lily Travis smiled from her little corner, watching him play on stage with her friend Don, giving Don’s band a little boost with his magnetism, his fame. It wasn’t everyday a rockstar played with a little known rock band during a club show. But for some reason, Clay was here, again, hanging out and playing with Don and his band,
Five Degrees of Misery.

“What do you think, Lily?” Sandy asked, leaning against the wall next to her.

Sandy was Don’s girlfriend and her co-worker. “He is good.” Lily watched Clay’s back arch, hisguitar pressed tightly against his hips as he rolled through the riff as if it were the simplest piece to play.

“Good.” Sandy laughed glancing at Lily. “Don’t tell Clay, he might be insulted.”

She giggled, her eyes drifting to his hands. They fascinated her. She watched his fingers move, his pick moving faster than she could see on the strings. He was amazing. The man sure knew how to play.

The whole club erupted into thunderous applause as he finished, stepping off the stage so
Five Degrees of Misery
could complete their set.

Lily stiffened seeing him walking toward them. She knew he would. He had asked her to come tonight when he and Don stopped in the café to pick Sandy up from work. She couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse not to. He had circumvented each one she tried. So, here she was.

She wondered why he was here so much, hanging out with Don. For the last year, he had been here at least monthly if not more. She didn’t think Clay and Don were good friends. They hadn’t really hung out much prior to this last year, and she had lived by Don for three years, across the hallway.

She had seen Clay many times in the last year, he came in the café with Don and they chatted. For the most part, Lily tried to avoid getting to know him, hanging out with him. Even though he asked her to go many times, she had always declined.

Not that she wasn’t aware of him, it was impossible not to be, the man made her nerves come alive, but simply because it was for the best.

She gulped as he stopped in front of her, all six foot two inches of him. He wiped off his head, hair, and face with a towel. His shirt stuck to him from all his sweating, showing off his muscles. And he had them, bulging biceps and pectorals. He was gorgeous.

His oval face had a sharp chin and a slightly prominent nose highlighted by arched eyebrows. Combined with his deep-set eyes, he took her breath away. His tawny eyes glowed with laughter, and something else she didn’t recognize as he smiled at her.

****

“So, what did you think?” Clay asked. His eyes roamed over her from her chestnut locks brushing along her shoulders to her almond shaped dusky eyes that captivated him. She was so beautiful with her round face, high cheeks, and plump lips. Perhaps a little on the slim side, but she had nicely defined hips and her breasts looked to be a little more than a handful.

“Very good,” Lily replied, glancing at him before looking over his shoulder watching Don and his band play.

“Very good.” Clay laughed. “Is that all I get?”

Lily glanced quickly at Clay. Did she insult him? She hadn’t meant too. She bit her cheek. “Very, very good.”

Clay smiled. “That works.” He turned, standing next to Lily watching the rest of the show. She was a half-foot shorter than he was so he leaned against the wall so his shoulder brushed hers.

Lily stiffened, biting her cheek again. She always reacted to Clay’s presence. It was getting harder and harder for her to hide it.

Clay glanced at Lily out of the corner of his eye, smiling. He had conned her into coming to the show tonight. She had tried to get out of it, but he wasn’t taking anymore of her excuses.

She never went out with them, no matter how many times he asked. He didn’t want to give her another opportunity. When he asked her this afternoon to come to the show he told her point blank she was giving him a complex by avoiding him so much and refusing to come see him play. She had reluctantly agreed to come.

The woman was driving him out of his mind; he didn’t know what he needed to do to get her to notice him, to give him a chance. She was always polite, friendly, but distant. He wanted her, and not just for a night.

****

They all walked back to the dressing room, already packed with people. Clay laid his guitar case on the floor next to the couch putting his guitar away. Lily watched him. He took care with the guitar, making sure everything was in its place before closing the case and securing it.