Red Lines (26 page)

E
VAN STARED
at the door. It was his bedroom door, slammed clear in his face.

“Haven, darlin’, you can’t lock me out of my room.” He twisted the handle in his hand but it wasn’t budging. “Come on.” This was ridiculous. Ludicrous. Downright insane.

He waited a few seconds, but couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the door. She just needed time to cool off. He looked at the hallway. There were six other bedrooms he could choose from. He picked the first one on the corner.

His first impulse was to call Jeff and lay into him, but what good would that do now? She was spitfire mad, and he had to wait it out.

He kicked off his boots and grabbed the remote on the nightstand. It wasn’t his room, but at least he was back at the ranch. He flipped through the channels until he landed on a football game. In Texas, there wasn’t a night without football coverage.

He’d just wait her out. Eventually, she’d unlock the door and let him in. He watched the game through heavy lids until the room was dark and the only sound was snoring.

E
VAN AWOKE
the next morning fully clothed. He looked around the room, confused for a second. Right, the guest room down the hall. He shook his head and stumbled to the adjoining bathroom. He couldn’t believe she never came to get him.

His guest suites had spare supplies for any friends or family who stayed over. He chose a blue toothbrush from the basket.

No matter what was going on in that head of hers, they were going to talk. He had twelve hours before he had to be on a plane back to L.A.

He spit into the sink and turned off the water. There was a five o’clock shadow creeping along his jawline. He rubbed the stubble. Everything else could wait. He had to find Haven.

He walked to their bedroom, but it was empty. He jogged down the stairs, checking every room he passed on the way to the kitchen.

“Good morning, sir,” Lenny greeted him.

“Hey, man. Have you seen Haven?”

“Yes, she left for work about an hour ago. Can I make you an omelet? I have some coffee for you.”

“Work?” He scratched his head. He was certain she would have stayed to talk. There was no way she wasn’t feeling the same kind of need to put the pieces together.

“That’s what she said. I made a breakfast sandwich to-go for her.”

“All right. Thanks, man.” Evan picked up the cup of coffee Lenny had poured. He was going to have to shave and shower after all if he was making a trip into town.

He climbed the stairs, careful not to let the hot coffee slosh over the sides of the mug. He pushed open the bedroom door, expecting to find solace in his own space, but he studied it closely.

Haven’s sweater was draped over the bed. On the nightstand was a stack of her writing journals, the lotion she liked to lather on right before she went to sleep, and citrus ginger candles that she had brought with her from home on her last trip.

He walked into the bathroom and looked at the counter. Her makeup brushes were scattered by the sink. There was hairspray, perfume, nail polish, and something green in a tube. He could only imagine what beauty regimen that was for.

This wasn’t his space anymore. It was theirs.

Everywhere he looked, there were traces of her. All this time he had been begging and pushing for her to move in with him, when she had been blending her life into his all along. It just took time. She needed to do it on her own terms.

He picked up the perfume bottle and held it to his nose. In an instant, he smelled her, felt her arms around him, and inhaled the feeling of closeness she showered on him. The nearness of her was trapped in that tiny bottle.

He carefully placed the perfume where he found it and turned for the shower. He had to make all of this right. Sure, he was hurt, but he realized he had gone too far. Haven had managed to handle all the Emmy attention, and the first time the tables were turned, he jumped on a plane and lost his cool.

The water was hot enough. He stepped inside and rehearsed what he wanted to say. These lines couldn’t be fumbled. They had to be perfect.

B
UD OPENED
the car door in front of Blue Steel Records. “Want me to wait here?” he asked.

“No, I’ll give you a call when I’m ready to leave.” Evan stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Sure thing. I’ll park around the corner, so just holler.” The head of Evan’s security scanned the sidewalk before closing the door behind the star.

He didn’t know that this was the right thing to do, but there were only hours before he left for L.A. He couldn’t get back on the plane if this was unresolved. He wasn’t sure how many cracks it took to completely shatter what they had built, and he never wanted to know. He was going to stop this one from spreading any farther.

The receptionist in the lobby smiled at him, and he thought she might be shuffling papers for his benefit.

He pointed at the elevator. “I’m headed to the third floor.”

She nodded and stammered, “Oh-ok-ok. Sh-should I call someone for you?”

“Aww, that’s all right, darlin’. It’s kind of a surprise. You won’t blow my cover, will you?” He winked and knew then she’d be too busy texting all her friends to call upstairs.

She shook her head. “Your secret is safe with me.”

The elevator doors opened and he waltzed inside. “Thank you.” He flashed another grin before the car carried him three stories to the main floor of Blue Steel.

The speech he prepared in the shower was firmly planted in his mind. He only hoped it would work.

The doors opened. He could hear different instruments playing down the hall. In front of him were the executive offices. He had visited Bruce a few times when they had lunch or met for drinks, but he had no idea where Haven was.

He strolled to the assistant in the lobby. “Hey, there.”

She looked up from her computer. “Oh, hi.” She smiled.

Evan didn’t recognize her. He wondered if Bruce had the same problem he did finding people on his staff he could trust.

“I was wondering if you could tell me where I might find Hav—”

“Evan!” Bruce’s voice bellowed from his office. He walked into the lobby.

“Hey, man.” Evan leaned in for a pat on the back. “It’s been awhile.”

“Sure has. What brings you by? Let me guess…one of our star songwriters.” He patted Evan on the back again.

“Well, yeah, that and I wanted to say hi. We need to catch up.”

“Come on in my office. I think the girls are laying down some tracks in the back studio, so you can’t even get in there. You know artists. They freak out if you interrupt. I’ll have Diane let us know when they’re out.” He nodded at Diane.

“Of course,” she replied. “I’ll let you know the instant they’re done.”

Evan was hesitant. He didn’t need them to know the details of his love life, but he didn’t have time for bullshit conversations. He needed to see Haven. His boots wanted to carry him down the hall and start searching every office and closet for her.

“Come on, man.” Bruce held the door open.

“Sure. I guess I’ve got a few minutes.” He followed Bruce into the corner office.

Bruce sat across from him behind a glass desk. Pictures of Blue Steel artists were in a canvas collage over his head.

“Looks like you’ve picked up some more talent since the last time I was here.” Evan pointed at the collage.

“Yeah, we are kickin’ butt down here. Everyone said I needed to move to Nashville, but we’re doing just fine in Austin.”

“I can tell. This is impressive, man.”

“Did you ever think when we were playing football I’d be head of a record label and you’d be an actor? I mean, we would have thought we dreamed that up in a drunken stupor.” Bruce laughed. “We probably did dream up something this crazy when we were drunk.”

Evan smiled. “I, for one, would have thought you were crazy.”

“But here we are.”

“Yep, here we are.”

Bruce leaned back in his seat. “You ever hear from any of the other guys?”

“Nah, not really. It’s kind of funny. Being famous keeps certain people away, like they’re afraid to talk to you, and then it brings out the people you wish would forget you exist. I can’t seem to level that out.”

Bruce chuckled. “I can’t tell you how many favors I’ve had called in.”

“About that.” Evan shook his head.

“No, no, man. You can ask for anything anytime. I’m not talking about Haven. She’s amazing. I’m lucky you did send her songs. She’s talented. She’s writing the kind of stuff we dream about here. Really. I can see a long list of number ones coming out of that girl.”

“Is that so?” Evan knew he loved what she wrote. There was meaning in every word. Her heart was there on paper. But, knowing that everyone else got it too made him feel like he was sharing a part of her he wasn’t ready to let go.

Diane poked her head in the door. “I think they’re out.”

“Thanks, Diane.”

Evan stretched his legs to stand. “That didn’t take long.”

“Hey, before you go.” Bruce walked to the front of the desk.

“Yeah? I know we’ve got to get together for that beer. Maybe when I wrap things in L.A. This movie’s been a killer.”

“Sounds good, but I think I need to say something.” He lowered his voice.

“Go on,” Evan urged.

“I saw the pictures. Hell, we all saw the pictures. Can’t miss the damn things online.”

Evan shuffled his feet.

“Anyway, I thought you should know we are signing Drew Easton to the label. It’s our biggest deal yet. I’m telling you this in confidence. We’re holding a press conference next week and rolling out a promo campaign for his next album that’s going to be unlike anything we’ve ever done here. I’ve got a lot riding on him coming aboard.”

“Congratulations, I guess.” Evan didn’t know how to take the information.

“I just thought you should know he’s going to be here a lot. I might even have Haven write a song for him. We’re probably not sending him out on tour until next summer.”

“But I thought you wanted the label to push Carly’s style.”

“You know how it goes. We have to unleash what’s big. Right now, it doesn’t get much bigger than Drew. He’s going to bring on more artists. Carly’s still our girl, but I can’t put everything we have into getting her where she needs to be. Let’s face it; he’s already there. Tell me a twenty-something who doesn’t know his name.”

Evan gripped Bruce’s shoulder. “I get it. It’s business. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Just between us right?” Bruce raised his eyebrows.

“Of course.” Evan walked out of the office. “Catch you later, man.”

“Good seeing you.”

It didn’t matter what part of show business he was in, because it was all the same. He leaned toward Diane. “Where is she?”

“Down the hall and at the very end take a right. You’ll see where they write. Knock first though.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Evan tried to keep his pace slow and steady, but he wanted to run to the end, knock down the door, and shake some sense into that blue-eyed girl.

He hesitated outside the door. He could hear their voices. Carly was humming, but Haven kept correcting her. It surprised him, but he had to muster courage to knock on the door. When wasn’t he confident about something?

“Yep?” Carly called.

“Hey.” He tipped the door forward.

“Hey, stranger.” Carly hopped off the couch and wrapped him in a hug. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”

He tried to focus on his friend, but Haven was boring holes into the back of her head from the couch.

“Good to see you. How have you been?”

“You know, getting ready for tour, putting the new album together. Same ole stuff. But, I’m guessing you’re here to see that one.” She pivoted toward Haven.

He rocked back on his heels. “Yep. Could I steal her for a minute?”

“I can’t right now. We were just reworking a chorus,” Haven explained.

“Whatever. I’m getting coffee. See you in a few.” Carly bounded out of the room, closing the door behind her.

An awkward silence filled the space between them. Evan didn’t think that was possible. Being with Haven had always been the most natural thing in the world. He heard a guitar next door.

“So, this is where you write?”

“Sometimes.” She shoved her notebook on the table. “Why are you here? I’m working. We have a schedule to keep.”

“Darlin’, we have to talk.”

“How would you feel if I showed up on your set when you were in the middle of one of your bondage scenes with Emmy?” She glared at him.

“Whoa. Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“Not really. That’s what you do, right? Spend your day tying her up, kissing her, getting her naked.”

“Hold on. We have talked about the movie. I thought we were good. I thought you understood the role.” How had she flipped everything back on him?

“I just find it ironic that you spend your days practically naked with your ex-girlfriend, and the instant there is a picture of me drinking a cup of coffee, you drop everything and we have to talk it out. For all I know, I’m spending my days with another one of your exes. Don’t you think that’s messed up?”