Harmony's Healing (Downtown Book 2) (8 page)

I don’t know why she and Wayne think I am this miracle worker. I can’t fix what is broken. Danny needs to do that on his own. Perhaps with a friend who is there to listen….to
really
listen, maybe Faith is right. Maybe there is hope for him after all.

After my talk with Faith we parted ways to resume our workday. While I finished up some paperwork, Faith went back upstairs to take the remaining of the day off. I did my best to stay focused on my to-do-list and vowed to think about Danny later. Although a song from
JINKS
playing in the bar made it a bit difficult for me; everywhere I turn Danny’s face is now on some billboard or his songs are on the radio. I have to admit,
JINKS’
songs are pretty awesome.
Plus Danny is actually really hot on all those posters.

Unfortunately, after Wayne decided to do his “show” with me, the paparazzi have been on me. Getting this attention doesn’t bother me all that much because I was used to it from working in a strip club, but having false information about me and Wayne is not okay. I should have known by going out with a rocker I would get hounded. I was advised to bring one of the security guards with me to the parking garage after work. Thank goodness I did. Flashes were coming at me like crazy, they were blinding; questions were being thrown about me and Wayne, but of course I avoided them and got in my car and sped off.

After taking a long hot bath I decide to turn in early. Melody wasn’t home. Fridays were her night out and I knew I would not see her until the morning. So it’s just me, my bed and a hot romance novel by
Heather Dahlgren
, called
“Behind the Lens.”
I’ve been itching to start reading it. By the middle of this one really sexy scene, I start thinking about getting it on with Danny again. No matter what I do, he’s on my mind. The attraction I have toward him is not something I’m familiar with. I still barely know him, but at the same time I feel that I do. I tear myself away from a very hot scene I’m reading, I put my Kindle down and text Danny.

“Im not deleting ur #. Im here 2 listen if u want 2 talk”
I push send and quickly put my phone down and wait. I’m curled up in bed with a good book next to me and all I’m thinking about is hoping Danny will text me back. I feel so pathetic! It’s a Friday night and I’m alone, in bed -
I just said that
- hoping that some hot rocker was going to answer me back? What is wrong with me?
Ugh, forget the stupid texting - whoa, he just sent a message!

“Y do u fucking care?”

I frown upon his reply. Why do I care? I don’t know that answer, but I’ll give him this,
“Cuz looks as if u have a lot 2 talk about”

He immediately messages me back with,
“Im drunk”

Great, now I’m dealing with a drunk Danny.
“Good 4 u,”
I reply back.

“Wanna make out again?”

I burst out laughing. I didn’t expect that sort of response. I smile wide and goofy as I text him.
“Like u said, ur drunk”

“Yeah but i still wanna make out”

I bite my lip because I want to make out too, but being near a drunk Danny may not be a good idea.
“R u alone?”

“Drunk and alone yep. wanna come over?”

Oh my, do I want to come over? Do I?
My heart starts to pound at the thought of being near him again, especially since he’s been drinking. However, it is a Friday night and I should be out having fun, instead here I am with a book….alone -
how many times do I have to repeat myself?
I am so going to regret this.
“Where r u?”

“Home”

No, no, no.
Thoughts of us alone at his home is soooo, so wrong!
I’m supposed to be pretending I am dating Wayne.
“Not the best idea”

“Why? u said u wanna listen if i wanna talk. i wanna talk”

Oh, right...right. That’s why I texted him in the first place - to talk. Okay, I can do this. I can go over there in hopes he’ll open up to me about….his shit. I really hope I can help him.
“K what is ur addy?”

I HAVEN’T LOOKED AT OR
touched that Goddamn letter from my dad yet. I hid it at the bottom of my sock drawer hoping it would just disappear; I don’t want to know what’s inside. Seeing his handwriting on the envelope puts knots in my stomach. I’m not sure if I’ll ever have the strength to read his words.

The second I left the hotel I went driving up along the coast and ended in Point Loma. I walked around at the
Old Point Loma Lighthouse and took a day at being a tourist. I went to the view point that overlooked the lighthouse and gazed at the city before me and wondered how the hell I got here? How is it, after all this time, I was now included in the Montgomery family? He never wanted me then, so why would he fucking care about me at the time of his death? I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and tell the dead sonofabitch to go to hell - I hope he was rotting and finally getting what he deserved.

After what must have been hours sitting on a bench, it started to become dark and I looked up to find no one was around me. All the tourists had left. It was becoming foggy and extremely cold, so I upped and left and went to the drugstore to get beer and vodka. I was having a small party of one. The guys wanted me to meet them at Whiskey Flats, but I didn’t have it in me to sit around and talk bullshit or to play pool. I wanted to get drunk by myself and wallow in self pity. Of course the second I got home, the fucking paps were hanging by my building. Didn’t they have a clue that there is nothing special about me? I play in a band, play music because it’s all I have ever known. I live it and breathe it every single day of my life. I can’t see myself doing anything else. So, to have those numbnuts waiting on me like I’m a God or something, doesn’t make sense. Even though I knew what I was getting myself into the moment we signed with June, I still hated those bastards; I wanted them to die a very slow, painful, lonely death.

While I was at the drugstore, I happened to come across a few tabloids with Wayne and Harmony. His hand was on her ass, squeezing it while his tongue was down her throat. The headline said:
Another JINKS member off the market?
The thought of those two together had me begging for a drink. I wanted to open my bottle of vodka in the store and drown myself with it.
Wayne and Harmony - what the fuck?

Christmas is a couple weeks away and I haven’t even thought about getting a tree. I used to love decorating the tree with my mom when I was younger. As she hung lights, I hung each ornament with care, making sure they were in the perfect spot. She never told me where to hang them or tried to rearrange my hard work. We always had a lot of fun decorating while Christmas tunes were playing in the background. We would sing and drink hot apple cider until the tree was all finished. I wish I was back home helping my mom decorate. I bet it’s already up and shining bright with white lights. I missed her on Thanksgiving and was grateful she came out to visit me on our last tour stop in Arizona. She said she had a great time watching us perform and was so happy to finally see me living my dream. After our opening, she gave me a huge hug and told me how proud she was of me and that her keeping two jobs down was all worth it in the end. Her saying that almost had me crying, it meant everything to me.

Now as I look around at my lifeless apartment I’m feeling homesick for the first time in six years. I down the case of beers I bought, crank up my iPod and play some good old fashion Christmas music. There is nothing like Bing Crosby singing one of my favorites:
White Christmas
.
Fuck yes
. After my last drop of beer I open the vodka. By this time I am already feeling overly buzzed.

I grab some cold pizza from the fridge, plant myself on my ratted couch and continue with my drinking binge - that is until my cell phone starts to vibrate on the coffee table.
Harmony.
After I told her to get rid of my number she put it out there saying if I ever wanted to talk she would listen. Why would she fucking care? What am I to her when she has one of my best friends to worry about? Although it’s best I cut ties with her, talking sounds good.

I tease her a bit before she gives in to coming over. I wonder if Wayne knows she’s on her way over and if he has any clue I want her all to myself? But I know the dufus, so he’s probably sucking face with some chick right about now. It makes my blood boil just thinking about him hurting Harmony. Almost every single night on tour he was with a different girl, all the while he was actually involved with her.

I take a few more shots of vodka before I hear a knock at my door. I get a lazy ass smile on my drunk face and open the door to the most unbelievably, gorgeous woman I have ever come across. She just gets more beautiful every time I lay my eyes on her. I look her up and down, taking in her black stretchy, yoga - whatever you call them - pants, that cover her shapely thighs and I immediately get a hard-on. My eyes move up toward the thin green top that lays flat against her stomach, showing off her perky tits and short black sweater that I want to rip away from her shoulders. Her hair is swept up into a messy bun on top of her head and her face is clear of makeup, yet she fucking glows and takes my breath away. Damn I want her so bad my balls are aching.

My hand is grasping onto the top of the door as I lean against it and heavily gaze at her. “Harmony…..music off my tongue,” I slowly purr. I suddenly yank her from the waist and sweep her inside my apartment, making her gasp from my abrupt move. I kick the door shut from behind me and push her up against it, smelling the side of her neck. She’s intoxicatingly sweet, I want to devour her.

She has hold of my shoulders and pushes me to arm's length. “Danny, no. I’m here to listen remember?” She’s breathing hard and licks her plump, nude lips.

Damn.
“You’re no fun,” I smirk.

She straightens her sweater and wipes away the wisps of hair from her face and clears her throat. “That’s what I’ve been told,” she mumbles.

I grab her hand and lead her to my couch. “Talk...what shall we talk about?” I take the bottle of vodka and take a swig of it. I offer her a taste, but she shakes her head no.

“No. You talk. I listen,” she firmly reminds me again.
Fuck.

I rest my back against the cushions, turn to face her so I can see straight into those coffee colored eyes. I rest my leg upon my knee, cross my arms and bluntly ask, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were into him?” I sound like a complete jerk.

At first Harmony is thrown off, not expecting me to say what comes out of my mouth, but then she quickly resumes her composure and licks those damn lips again. “First of all I don’t think it’s any of your business who I date. Second, Wayne - “

“Fucking Wayne,” I scoff, not giving her a chance to finish. I turn away and face the bottle of vodka -
I so want to pick it up and guzzle it down -
then lay my head back and stare at the ceiling. I want to fall asleep, but the closeness of Harmony’s presence consumes me and keeps me awake.

“How come you’re not out with the guys?”

“Didn’t want to go out.”

“So you’re here listening to Christmas songs instead?”

“Tryin’ to get into the spirit.” I look at her with a drunken smirk. “Wanna get into the spirit with me?” I try to touch her thigh, but she moves it in an instant.
Damn.

“I’m not much of a Christmas spirit sort of person,” she ends with a shrug.

I continue to look at her face. My eyelids are heavy, but I can’t stop staring at her. She’s being shy with me, maybe because I am coming on to her and she doesn’t know how to handle it. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and slightly moves her eyes to mine and grins. A fucking beautiful grin; I see a dimple on her left cheek that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s a little dip I want to sink my tongue in. Instead I slowly put my finger on the dimple and lightly rub it. Her cheeks immediately turn bright pink, making her even more beautiful. I could definitely stare at her all night if she gave me the chance to do so.

As I keep my finger on her dimple and my head on the cushion, she bites her lip. I know she’s feeling something, she can’t hide it, but she’s being exceptionally stubborn and playing hard to get. She blinks, like the realization of getting too close to me will some how ruin things between her and Wayne.
Fucking Wayne. Why him?
So she gently takes my finger away from her face, and tucks her legs underneath herself. I lazily give her a half grin.