Free Entangled Hearts by Yahrah St. John

“My brother may not listen to pop music, but I do. I know who you are, Chynna James.”
    Chynna blushed furiously. She’d hoped she wouldn’t be recognized. That’s what she got for thinking that just because they were on a ranch that they were hicks. “Sorry, I’m just trying to keep a low profile.”
    Rylee nodded. “I understand. The press has really been brutal about you and that actor Blake-what’s-his-face.”
    â€œYou have no idea, Rylee. It’s been horrible, but I can assure you I’m no adulteress. I’m not having an affair with that man.”
    â€œThen why hide out and use your sister’s name?”
    â€œI’m tired of the constant scrutiny. They’ve been hounding me for weeks, and I needed a break. No one can know I’m here.”
    â€œChynna,” Rylee sighed. “I don’t keep secrets from my family.”
    â€œAnd I’m sorry to ask you to keep this one, but if the press finds out I’m here, it will be insanity for you and your family. Please, I’m asking you to keep my confidence.”
    Rylee stared at Chynna, clearly debating whether she should grant her request.
    Chynna stared back at her with pleading eyes. If Rylee didn’t agree, her and Kenya’s plan would go up in smoke.
    â€œAlright, as a guest in our home, you can trust me to keep your identity in the strictest of confidences.”
    Chynna came forward to grasp Rylee’s hands and squeeze them. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
    â€œYou probably don’t get that much.”
    Chynna released her hands and stepped backward. “You have no idea. Sometimes it’s hard to know who to trust.”
    â€œYou must have trusted Noah to get on the horse with a strange man and come to a strange place.”
    Chynna thought about Rylee’s comment. She was right. She hadn’t known Noah from a hole in the ground, but there was something about him. Was it his eyes or the way he carried himself that told her she could trust him? “Well, he’d already saved me from myself when I crashed into the fence. I figured he couldn’t be half-bad.”
    Rylee laughed. “Those pesky cattle, how dare they get in the way?”
    Chynna laughed along with her.
    â€œWould you like that tour now? My parents will be materializing shortly for dinner.”
    Chynna glanced down at her watch and noticed it was nearly six p.m. Where has the time gone? It seemed only hours ago that she’d left the resort in search of the elusive hiking spot Kenya had mentioned. Speaking of which, Chynna wondered how her twin was doing. She hadn’t heard from Kenya all day. How was she faring under the spotlight in her shoes?

Chapter 6
    â€œA lright, Chynna, let’s go over the new routine one more time,” the choreographer said as he coached Kenya through several intricate steps for a new dance routine to spice up the concert.
    As soon as she and Lucas had landed, they’d been besieged by reporters eager to know where Chynna had been all this time and if she’d been on a rendezvous with Blake. She hadn’t replied. Instead, Lucas scuttled her off into a limousine and they were driven to the studio for the tour rehearsal. Kenya hadn’t so much as had a minute to prepare herself for what she was in for before she was thrown headfirst into the deep end.
    Not only did she have to sing Chynna’s music while learning a new dance in a skimpy pair of cutoff shorts and T-shirt that Penelope had laid out for her, but she had to do so with an audience of Deacon, Lucas, Fiona and Chynna’s entire dance troupe. Kenya was beside herself with nerves, but she was trying hard not to show it.
    â€œAre you alright, love?” the choreographer asked. “You’re a little off today and usually you catch on to these things so quickly.”
    Kenya took Chynna’s advice and didn’t apologize. “Of course I’m