Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Thirty-Three

Bree

Ash had been avoiding me since my melt down.

To be honest, I didn't know whether it was my melt down, or the work that needed to be finished.

I followed him to the mountains, for the relaxation he had recommended, but I couldn't relax.

Fallen Angels had finished our album in record time and today we worked on our award show songs.

It was good, but I still needed to have that one on one time with Ash, so I waited on the porch of our cabin, for him to arrive.

When he finally emerged from the trail, he looked warn and tired, per his usual the past two days, but tonight his war paint was smeared and he was shivering.

"You look rough, hun."

"It's fucking cold as hell up there." He paused at the foot of the porch, looking up at me as everyone fanned out and went to their cabins.

A model, who had come out for the video shoot, smiled as she walked by, running a hand across his back as she passed him.

"Thanks for the warmth, Ash." She said in a sultry voice, "Maybe we'll meet again sometime."

As Asher looked away, his jaw clenched. My heart plummeted when he didn't meet my gaze again.

Maybe I was reading into things too much. My emotions were all screwed up lately anyway.

"I-uhm... Made some soup and have a fire going, for you to warm up."

"Thanks, but you didn't have to," He muttered, scrambling past me to get into the cabin, "I just need a shower and bed."

I watched him, as he went straight to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Although, I tried to push it aside, the fact that he hadn't touched me since my melt down added to what the model had said... And the fact that he went straight in to shower.

I may be emotional and scatterbrained right now, but I could put two and two together.

I wouldn't cry.

I didn't know whether I was numb, from the realization of had happened up there, or the fact that I had ignored the inevitable, because he wasn't MY Asher anymore.

He didn't belong to me and we weren't married yet. So, essentially, he was a free man and not bound to our premarital agreement.

I looked around, as the cheery couples met on their porches and the single guys subsided into their own cabins.

I didn't need to be in my cabin. Asher didn't want me there. That much was obvious, so I began to wander.

I was a few minutes into my mindless wandering when the sounds of an acoustic guitar hit me.

"Hey'ya, Star-shine," Mike smiled at me, as his hands melted over the strings, "Isn't it a little cold for you to be out in only a sweatshirt?"

"Says the guy in a cut-off tee." I huffed.

He let out a laugh, then looked at me. REALLY looked at me, his face contorting into concern.

"You been crying?" He asked.

"Not yet." I took a ragged breath.

"Why aren't you part of the welcoming committee?"

"I, uhm... Wasn't needed." I scratched my head and began to look anywhere, but at the chocolate eyes that were examining me.

He waited a moment, in silence, but then carried on again, strumming his guitar.

"I had an idea for those lyrics," He changed the subject, "The ones about your daughter."