Page 21 of Come Sail Away

So he worked. In two weeks, he’d cut the final two songs for another album, collaborated on a TV pilot he had in the works, and agreed to perform a special Christmas program to benefit Habitat for Humanity.

Paul, his friend and manager strolled in then. “Shit, Sully. You’re going to run yourself into the ground. Something bad must have happened in Florida. You’ve been like this since you got back.”

Sully wound down to a walk and then to a stop. He waited until his breathing evened out and wiped his sweaty brow with a towel, then said, “You’re right, my man. I need to figure this out.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope. This is something I have to do alone.”

But in his heart he already knew. He was in love with Harper, and he had to at least find out if she could ever feel the same about him.

He went to his office and studied his calendar. Since he’d worked like a madman when he returned from Florida, he was way ahead of schedule. His obligations had been met, and he decided not to take on any more for a while. As a matter of fact, he may just take a trip and purchase an acre or so in Baja California.