Page 54 of Sing For Me

My eyebrows go up. “You didn’t want to sign?”

She makes a face. “Not initially. That probably makes me sound like a spoiled baby, right?”

I can’t help the hopeful bubble in my chest. “Not at all.”

“I always wanted to do theater, ever since I was a little girl. I mean, I liked writing music, too, but my dream was always to be on Broadway. Being famous was never part of the plan.”

“So what happened?”

Her shoulders tense. “My mom got sick. I had already done a few smaller things, and then I got cast in my first off-Broadway show. Dennis saw me and offered me representation. Said he could get me a deal.”

“And you took it.” So she could take care of her sister.

She nods. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I loved writing and performing, I really did. I’m just having such a hard time seeing myself getting back into it right now.” She sighs, then turns away from the ocean, her fixed smile back in place. “We were talking about dinner?”

“Let’s stay in.”

Her eyes search mine and I don’t miss the hopeful glint in them. “You’re sure?”

I grin, bringing my hands up to cup her jaw. “Honestly, Eva? A little privacy with you sounds damn good right about now.”

She finally relaxes against my hands even as her cheeks stain red. “Privacy sounds great.”