“Alyssa,” a familiar voice said in the distance.
Someone was holding my hand. I tried to open my eyes as I fought the darkness.
“Alyssa, it’s me. Craig. Wake up.”
But his voice wasn’t the one I longed to hear. Tears trickled from my eyes onto the pillow as I slowly opened my eyes. “Craig … Logan.”
He nodded as he bit his lower lip. “Yes. I know, Alyssa. I’m so sorry,” he said as sincerity lit his eyes. Then, he looked around to others in the room. “She’s awake!”
Somehow, my head was feeling better and I could hear properly. My eyesight had greatly improved, too. “How long have I been out?”
He let out a deep breath as my mother appeared at my side. “Almost a week since the last time you woke.”
“From the last time I woke?” I asked in disbelief.
She nodded as tears formed in her eyes.
“Mom, could I speak with Craig along for a minute?” I tried to sit up, and both my mother and my father helped me. My head wasn’t sp
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VOLUME TWO: IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES, PART 2 Ten Years Later: Nashville, Tennessee “The contract is all pretty standard,” I said to a young female musician sitting across from me. Then I went on to explain the particulars of the contract. “When you sign here, the recording contract will be complete, and you’ll start working with Mr. Savage immediately.” I looked directly into her eyes and let out a deep breath. “But if you have any questions, just ask. I’m here to help.” She nodded, and then quickly picked up a pen. I reached out to stop her. “Cindy, always read a contract first before you sign it … even from me. I’ll wait while you look it over.” She nodded, and then picked up the contract. “This looks like gibberish to me, but if you say that it’s legit, then it’s okay with me.” I looked at her with sincere eyes. “Would you like for me to explain the details again?” She shook her head. Th
I looked at the time and grabbed my purse and coat. It was November in Nashville and getting quite cold. After glancing around my office to make sure everything was in place, I turned out the light and hurried to the reception area where Mrs. Farrow was already gathering her things.“Don’t stay too late,” I called to her as I walked past.“Don’t worry. I won’t,” she said as she slipped into her coat. “Jim and I are going out tonight.”I smiled. Jim was her husband. After thirty years of marriage and many children and grandchildren later, they were still in love. They made a cute couple. “Tell him I said hello.” I set my purse down on a nearby chair and slipped into my coat. “Going dancing?”She laughed as she prepared her things. “Heavens no! Just a quiet dinner. If we tried to go dancing, Jim would probably throw out his hip.” I laughed as she leaned in conspiratori
Pain gripped my heart at the nickname that Logan had given me. It still hurt after all these years. “No. Thanks,” I said as I took another sip of my wine and forced a smile. “I’m having too much fun watching you.”“Nonsense! This isn’t a side show!” He pushed a plate in front of me. “Here; help yourself.” Anticipating my answer, he added, “And this time, I’m not taking no for an answer.”Knowing he wouldn’t let up until I indulged, I picked up a wing and the strong scent of hot sauce wafted toward me. I took a bite, and it was delicious. I devoured it in a hurry.Frank smiled. “Hungry, are we?” he teased, using my own words against me.I laughed. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.” I placed a square of bread on a skewer, dipped it into the cheese fondue, and took a bite. “So, why did you ask me here?”“New client,&rdquo
I grinned as my eyebrows pulled together, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”He shrugged as he dug into another chicken wing. “I trust your judgment.”I took a bite of my burger, resisting the urge to moan. They had the best burgers in Nashville. “And you think that she’s good enough to handle a venue of that magnitude?”He smiled. “Actually, it’s a private party in the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center. It’s not a huge venue, but an important one.”I nodded, understanding. “Is she that good?”He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if she wasn’t.” Frank let out a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his napkin. “Actually, she’s a great musician, too. Reminds me a lot of you at her age. I just need to know if she can handle the big time.”I nodded as memories of when I first started out flooded
A limo was waiting in the parking lot the next morning when I stepped off the elevator of my apartment and onto the curb. The driver took my bags, slid them in the back, and then opened the back door for me. After he was in the driver’s seat, I instructed him to take me to Casey Roger’s apartment and gave him the address. Frank had given me all of the information before I left the night before.We pulled up in front of an apartment a few minutes later that reminded me of the Somerset Apartments, where Logan and I had lived long ago. I quickly brushed the thought aside, determined to focus on Casey and to make this trip a positive experience for her. Casey was waiting out front, holding a guitar with a suitcase at her feet. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulder when she bent down to pick it up. I slid out of the backseat and took the suitcase from her.“Hello,” I said, extending my hand. “My name’s …”“A
Once we were alone, Casey looked at me sheepishly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”My lips curled into a smile. “No. Actually, I needed to wake up. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I was out late last night, talking to Frank.”She nodded as she tightened her grip on the armrest. “What did he say?” She looked over at me, suddenly attentive at the casual mention of Frank Mallory’s name.I shrugged. “Not a lot.” I decided to distract her. “But when we get to New York, we’re going shopping.”Casey’s face suddenly brightened, the plane ride momentarily forgotten. “Really?”I smiled. “He wants you to look just right for the party.”She looked down at her jeans and laughed. “So, no holey jeans, huh?”I laughed as I shook my head. “No. I’m afraid not. But don’t worry. We’ll find you somethin
“What’s wrong?” Casey asked, sensing the change in my demeanor.But I just shook my head and forced a smile. “It’s nothing. Come on. Let’s go,” I said, and she followed as we walked into Gucci.Casey squealed as we walked in and saw all the fine clothes and handbags.We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping until evening fell and the sun began to set, sending shoots of orange, pink, and purple across the sky. By the time we finished, Casey had picked out a cute, short evening dress and a matching pair of high heels, and I had a long, shimmery, silver gown that flowed over my body like water, with a slit on the side that stretched up to my thigh. It wrapped around my neck, leaving the shoulders bare. At first, I thought it was a bit extravagant, but then I shrugged and bought it anyway. I paid for my gown myself, unable to let Frank buy me something so extravagant. We also picked out several casual outfits and pu
“You look great,” Casey said, looking me over in admiration.I smiled, appreciating the compliment. “Thanks, Casey,” I said as I patted her shoulder. “You look like a princess.”She laughed as she smoothed her hands over her dress. “I feel like one.”Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and a man in a black tuxedo and tie with a long trench coat overtop was standing on the other side. “We’re ready, Miss Collins.”I nodded, and then turned to Casey. “It’s time. Are you ready?”She laughed as she picked up her guitar. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”The bodyguard took her guitar case from her and he and two more men, dressed exactly like the first, escorted us down the hallway to the elevator, but only the first stepped inside. The other two guards took the other elevator.A moment later, the doors opened to the lobby, where