Free Across the Miles (The Not So Bad Boys of Rock #1) by Rhonda James Page B

phone calls. I have been worried sick over here.” So I started from the beginning, making sure not to leave anything out, before finishing with him inviting me to stay at his house. “But you don’t even know him,” she reiterated.
    “Jade, just think about it for a minute. This is Sebastian Miles we’re talking about. Hello. I tried really hard to say no, but he was so persuasive. Besides, have you seen him?” I asked sarcastically. “He’s been incredibly sweet so far and nothing but a gentleman, I don’t even think he has those kind of feelings for me. I think he just sees me as a woman in distress, maybe helping me is a way to redeem himself.”
    “I don’t know Brooke, I still don’t like it, but I trust your judgment,” she sighed. “Seeing as how you are goingto be shacking up with a celebrity, you can get those pictures for me. Maybe you’ll get to meet the rest of the band while you’re there,” she said, now excited about the prospect of me staying a while longer.
    “I’ll see what I can do,” I laughed and said my goodbyes. I made my way out to the balcony, just off my room, and placed a call to my boss, Donnie.
    “So, my little Brooke goes out to L.A. and gets herself shacked up with a famous rock star. How on earth did you swing that?” He laughed heartily before continuing. “Seriously kid, are you okay? The doctor says that everything looks good just no traveling to stay on the safe side? You’re not keeping anything from me are you?” Donnie wore the surrogate father hat well, and right now he was in full-on protective mode.
    “I promise, I’m okay. I’m frustrated that I have been advised to stay though. How will you manage without me for that long? I don’t want to put you in a bad spot.”
    “We’ll be fine, trust me. I’ll call in a few favors and have one of our sister restaurants send me someone on loan until you get back. You are coming back, right? You’re not going to run off and marry this guy are you?” he teased.
    “Stop it! You know me better than that Donnie. Besides, it’s not like that; he’s very sweet and doting. Kind of like you, but worth a lot more money,” I teased. “I promise to be careful and not fall madly in love. And I also promise to come back home. I love you and will call you later this week.”
    “I mean it, call me if you need anything, I’ll come running,” he pleaded. “I love you too kiddo.”
    Once I had finished calling my friends, and the airline, I headed downstairs to find Sebastian. I searched most of the main floor before heading to the basementstudio; he was in there, and the door was closed. I stood there for a moment watching him play the guitar; his eyes were closed, and I could see his lips mouthing a song. He looked peaceful. I slipped back upstairs and headed out the back, down the pathway that led to the beach. Sebastian lived in Santa Monica, and his estate backed up to the ocean. I found a quiet spot to sit down and stare at the water. This part of the beach was nearly deserted, I looked to my left and right and spotted mostly surfers or the occasional sunbather. I stretched my legs out before me and rested on my left palm, using my right to shield the sun from my eyes. A beautiful ocean breeze and the crashing of the waves against the shore made for a relaxing setting. I had been there for only a short time when I heard Sebastian’s voice behind me; I instantly smiled.
    “There you are, I thought you’d snuck off and hopped on a plane to Michigan,” he joked, plopping down in the sand next to me. I noticed that he had changed into a pair of running shorts and was barefoot. He had nice feet. Of course he did, everything about him bordered on perfection, there was no way he could look that good and have ugly feet. I drew my legs up close to my body, suddenly aware of my shortcomings.
    “I told you I would stay didn’t I? I just needed some fresh air. You were busy in the studio, and I didn’t want to disturb