A Second Chance at love The Rocker Girls Series by Jennifer Byars Page B

she got up off the bed, clinging
against the wall. “I don’t remember coming here last night,” she
told Win, who she happened to have woken up in bed with. He frowned
at her, running his hand through his hair.
    “ I brought you in when you
passed out in my car. You were in my bed last night!” South said
angrily. Her eyes flashed over to him.
    “ I passed out and you
brought me to your bed?” she started to yell.
    South’s angry face drooped. “No, you
were clothed when I took you to bed. I didn’t do anything,” he told
her. She looked around the room, seeing her clothes on Win’s floor.
He was sitting up but didn’t say anything to her, so she picked up
her clothes and ran to the bathroom. Holy shit, she needed to
figure out what happened last night.
    There was a light knock on the door.
“Addison, it’s me. Open up,” Win said.
    She was fumbling with her bra. “Just go
away, Winston!” she answered, slipping on her shirt.
    Looking into the mirror, she saw makeup
all over her face. She quickly splashed some water on it, hoping to
wake up more, then she took one of their towels and wiped off all
her mascara and leftover lipstick.
    Her head was throbbing as she opened
the door to talk to Win. But instead of letting her out, he came
into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
    “ What the hell happened?
Did we have sex last night? Because I don’t remember a damn thing,”
she asked, twisting her hands together.
    He leaned against the sink, looking
down at her. “No, we didn’t do anything last night. I came into my
room and you were passed out on my bed. I was so tired, so I just
told you to move over. I wore my sweats to bed, angel.” She let go
of the breath that she was holding, fearing for the worst. But he
came up to her, his body touching hers. “Would it be so bad to wake
up with me though?” he asked.
    She looked up at him, and those deep
blue eyes. “No, I’m not saying that. But the life you’re looking
for, the rocker thing, I don’t want any part of. I just want a
normal life. Practice, house, kids, a dog named Tennessee. I don’t
want money, or fame. I don’t want to get involved in that again,”
she said softly.
    “ Again?” he asked, ducking
down for her to explain. But she just shook her head. “And South?
You think South doesn’t want to be a rock star? That he doesn’t
love the rock scene or the groupies that go with it?” he asked her,
baffled.
    She sighed, taking a step back from
him, and placed her hands on her hips, looking at the floor. “This
has nothing to do with South. Win, a guy like you…you’re my
kryptonite. You’ll make me lose focus on my goals, and I don’t want
that to happen. I can’t afford to have that happen to me
again.”
    He reached out, taking a strand of her
hair that was lying on her shoulder. “We have something when we’re
together, I know you feel that spark between us. Why not see where
it takes us?” he told her, pulling her to him.
    “ I can’t see starting
something that will end badly for me. I’ve had a lot of ‘badly’ in
the last couple years, Win. I want to be a doctor. That’s what I
want, that’s all I have time for right now,” she explained quietly.
She took his hands off her hips, slipping by his tall lean frame
and out of the bathroom.
    South was sitting on the couch, still
looking pretty pissed, but Addison knew what she wanted in life.
She’d already let one man talk her out of her dreams; she couldn’t
afford to let that happen again.
    “ Thanks for taking me home
last night. Sorry for all the confusion this morning.” She smiled,
then made her way out the door.
     
    ***
     
    Could two weeks suck so badly? Why,
yes, yes they could. Addison had worked a twenty-four-hour shift,
taking small catnaps on the cots in the break room. It was three in
the morning when she pulled into her parking spot.
    She swore that she never wanted to see
another pair of scrubs again! And was so thankful that Frank