Free A Voice to Love (Fallen Tuesday Book One) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) by Karolyn James

asked.
    "Fine," Amy
said.
    "Everything is
fine," Luke said. "I just need to know she's safe. That's all."
    "Of course,"
the driver said.
    Luke opened the door and
let Amy's hand go. She suddenly felt cold. She wanted Luke holding her hand
again.
    "Here's your
ride," Luke said.
    "I'm really not
impressed," Amy said.
    "I need to know
you'll get home safe."
    "You don't even know
me. What if I deserve to be chased down?"
    "By some guy on a
bike at midnight? I doubt it."
    Luke smiled. He looked so
sincere. Amy didn't smile back. Maybe she did deserve to be chased down by
Denny after all that had happened...
    "Go on," Luke
said. "If you don't hurry, I'm going to drag you into the hotel. You want
to end up spending the night with a bunch of rockstars?"
    "Rockstars,"
Amy whispered. She put one foot in the limo. "Listen, Luke... thank you
for this. For insisting on helping."
    "You're not the type
that takes help," Luke said. "Am I right?"
    "I like to go after
things on my own."
    "Got it. Good to
know."
    Amy got into the limo.
Luke crouched down. "Are you sure I can't go with you? Just to make sure
you're okay?"
    "Stranger...
no."
    "We could fix that
stranger part."
    "Before or after you
play a show and move to the next city?"
    Luke opened his mouth and
had nothing to say. Amy had won that battle. Hell, judging by the look on
Luke's face, Amy wondered if she hadn't won whatever flirting war they had been
engaging in. There was something fun about it, considering Luke was a stranger,
who happened to be a good looking rockstar. But something about it was just as
sad. Amy wasn't sure why.
    "Get home safe, Amy.
Whatever's following you... know you deserve better."
    "Got it," Amy
said. "Thank you again."
    The door closed and the
limo driver asked for the address. Amy spoke it and then she looked out the
window. Luke hadn't moved. He stood with his hands balled into fists as the
limo drove away.

(6)
     
    Amy woke the next morning
and poured herself a cup of coffee. She opened the apartment door and looked
around before looking down for her newspaper. Every morning had become this.
She hated that she could not relax, even at home. Amy grabbed the paper and
then sat at the table with her coffee and opened the newspaper. The early
morning hours had brought a light dusting of snow and the moment Amy saw the
flaky white powder on the black iron rail of her balcony she thought of Luke. She
had no idea why. She wished there was a way to thank him again, although she
had said it... how many times? It just didn’t feel like enough.
    "A rockstar,"
she said and laughed.
    She shook her head
wondering how she would be able to tell such a story and actually have anyone
believe her. It seemed impossible. A part of Amy didn't even believe it
herself. No matter what though she had made it home safely. She had flicked the
lights twice, and then the limo pulled away and Amy rushed to take a hot shower
to cry, and wonder what kind of fate had entered into her life.
    Amy shifted her mind into
a different gear after her first cup of coffee. She read the front headlines of
the paper and then skipped to the obituaries. She'd done the same thing since
she was a little girl. She liked reading about other people’s lives. Everything
about a life was summed up into one paragraph.
    Just before eleven her
cell phone rang.
    It was Uncle Tom.
    "Tell me you're not
at the restaurant," Amy said.
    "We're open, aren't
we?" Uncle Tom asked.
    "I'll be in
soon," Amy said.
    "Actually…”
    "What?"
    "Why not take a day
off? You need to go get your car, right?"
    "Yeah...," Amy had
almost forgotten.
    Her car. The main reason
she had been walking last night. The car that Denny smashed the window in on.
    "Get your car, take
a ride, grab a bite somewhere else."
    "Grab a bite?"
Amy asked. "Are you trying to sound cool, Uncle Tom?"
    "You can't live here
like I do, Amy. It's no good for a person."
    "Says the man doing
it," Amy said.
    "I'm stuck here.
I've made my commitment."
    The word