After his meteoric rise to superstardom, Jim O'Brien is no longer a small-town boy who plays in bars and dreams of success. His handsome face is plastered on the covers of celebrity gossip magazines, and his voice alone is enough to make girls swoon...
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Huffing because of yet another inane argument between the main characters of the novel I was reading, I slid my hand in the bowl with potato chips and grabbed a handful. The chips ended up stuffed in my mouth as my eyes soaked in the lines in which two people refused to communicate once again, letting assumptions ruin what they worked so hard to build.
My godfather knew what kind of book to get me - so much angst and emotions were enough for me to nearly fling the paperback across my bedroom more than once this morning.
Shaking my head at one more chapter that ended without a kiss, I ate more chips and let my hopes soar as I read on.
The buzzing of my phone on the comforter by my side made a groan escape my mouth. There was only one thing I hated more than frustrating main characters - interruptions.
I took the gadget and pressed the answer icon, eager to be done with whichever of my friends decided to intrude on my reading time.
"Ava."
The deep, smooth voice on the other end of the line didn't belong to any of the girls.
"It's Jim. Do you remember? The hospital, the coffee..."
I froze and then chewed frantically. Answering with my mouth full wasn't a skill I mastered.
"Ava?"
I managed to swallow and took a deep breath. "Yeah, it's me. Jim, Jim...Ah, Jim!" I said, fighting the urge to laugh.
"Yeah, the coffee guy. Look, I'm sorry it's taken me so long, but-"
"Jim, I'm so sorry, but I'm in the middle of something. Could you call me in an hour?"
"At twelve."
"Yeah, twelve. Sharp," I added and sank my teeth into my bottom lip, getting ready to hear Jim's answer.
"Sure. Of course. Twelve it is. Sharp."
"Thank you. Bye," I said, disconnecting the call before Jim could hear me squeal.
Then, the realization of what I'd done hit me like a freight train. I told the guy I'd been hoping to hear from for weeks to call me later. What if he didn't?
Heaving a sigh, I grabbed the phone to make an important call.
"Doctor Lincoln, it's an emergency unless you're busy."
Harper chuckled. "I have a few minutes for a cup of coffee. What's up?"
"I was reading, and-"
"Tell me they kissed. It's been thirty chapters."
"They were about to."
"I'll tell Doctor Jennings to choose better. Are you sure it's not one of those young adult ones?"
"No, it's very much adult, trust me. Harper, the coffee guy called."
"Did he now?"I imagined Harper squinting at me and couldn't help smiling.
