Page 70 of Break the Girl
“Your lyrics—they hit pretty hard,” Quentin said.
“Is that good or bad?”
“That’s good, man. It’s tough to put things like this into words. You’re hitting the right mark.”
“So what do I need to improve on?”
“Believe it or not? Holding back once in a while. It’ll make those punches punchier.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Don’t worry. That’s why you’re here,” Quentin said. “We’ll help you figure that out.”
Raine’s lips were spread in a wide smile that she couldn’t hide as she walked into the studio. Quentin was so good at drawing out of artists exactly what was needed—and he seemed to have a sixth sense about how to do it. She was learning from him but he was a natural. “Lunch is ready if you are.”
“Oh, I’m starving,” said Sam.
“Great. It’s kind of a light meal, but you can eat as much as you want.”
Quentin grinned. “Let’s head back to the kitchen.”
While Sam assembled a sandwich, Raine and Quentin held back near the doorway. Raine leaned close to Quentin. “Not going over rules anymore, are you?”
“Nope. At least, not now. Not all artists have a problem with authority.”
Pursing her lips together, Raine’s eyes gave away her amusement. “No…but some have a problem with honesty.”
“Nothing that a good producer can’t help with.” Quentin’s arm around her waist felt secure and steady. “Actually, it takes two—two imperfect people who figured it out and can give a little guidance.”
“Yeah. Together.” Raine leaned against him. They would never be perfect…but they could always be real. And that was all she had ever wanted from this man who had been showing up ever since he’d promised.
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