When superstar Kade Hendrix steals Ivy's song, she falls into his world of public scrutiny-and his arms-just as the rest of her world falls down around her.
Ivy is sure superstar Kade Hendrix won't notice his number one fan in the crowd of his intim...
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"Corbin, hey, let me help you with that!"
"Ivy?"
Corbin's confusion was enough for him to drop his keys and his lapse in attention allowed me to fix my hair and lipstick a bit so I didn't look like a deranged clown from what Caleb had just done to my makeup.
The squeal of Caleb's tires as he peeled out of the neighborhood in the most obnoxious way possible caused a cringe to form on my face but Corbin was too busy picking his things up off the ground to notice too much.
"Your boyfriend dropping you off?"
And there was that cringe again.
"If you could call it that."
Corbin brushed off my cryptic comment as I helped him with his things into his home.
"Why are you so early?"
"Maybe I'm just ready to get this over with. Got bills to pay, my dad's house to move out of."
"Ah. Or maybe it's because you're already tired of Kade?"
"You could say that."
"He's really not that bad, you know."
I was about to respond when tiny feet pattered down the hall and an adorable five year old girl stumbled down the steps.
"Well, since you're so early, mind helping out? Lianna could use some piano practice before her recital tonight."
"Perfect. I love kids. Come on, Lianna. I'm Ivy, and lucky for you I love playing piano."
"I bet you're not as good as me."
Her missing front teeth caused her to have a lisp and if it weren't for her corkscrew curls and dark, smooth skin that matched her father, I probably wouldn't have oohed and ahed at her being a straight up brat to me.
But, who was I to judge? Maybe she actually was better than me at five years old.
"Then show me what you got, and we'll see about that."
She skipped past me with her chin held high and I followed behind her to the room adjacent to the studio where an ancient baby grand sat in the center, worn and well loved, but still glorious as ever.
"I know I'm better than you. I'm better than Uncle Kade, too."
Uncle Kade? Since when was someone on family-name-basis with their producer's kid?
"Well that doesn't really mean much to me since I don't think Kade's very good at anything."
"He's good at singing."
She ambled up to the bench and swung her tiny legs around to position herself in front of the black and white keys in front of her.
