Strings of the Heart
Copyright © 2014 by Katie Ashley
Formatting by Cris Soriaga | BookMarked! Designs
Edited by Marrion Archer | Making Manuscripts
Marilyn Medina | Eagle Eye Reads
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion—Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Never let anyone pull at your heart strings unless they plan on permanently tying them to their own—Anonymous
There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.—Charles Dickens
To my readers, thanks for the Runaway Train love.
You rock my socks!
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Acknowledgements
About the Author
“Go on, Allison,” Mallory urged.
“Yeah, do it now!” Kim chimed in, as she nudged me forward.
I tore my gaze from staring out the ballroom’s glass doors back to my two best friends. Their bright eyes danced with a mixture of excitement coupled with the champagne we’d been sneaking when the adults weren’t looking. I’d downed two flutes myself, and it was strictly the bubbly fueling my courage at the moment to give in to their dares.
“He’s alone for the first time all night. It’s the perfect time,” Mallory said.
Gnawing my bottom lip between my teeth, I shuffled indecisively on my heels while wringing my hands. Turmoil raged within me about my potential course of action. “I know, but…”
“But what?” Kim pressed.
“What if he laughs at me?” My eyes widened in fear at the wild thoughts galloping through my head. “What if he won’t do it, and then he tells Jake what I asked him?”
Mallory rolled her green eyes. “Quit stalling, and just do it!”
Kim nodded. “You’ll always regret it if you don’t.”
I threw both of my hands up in defeat. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it.” I wagged a finger at them. “But if it goes horribly wrong, I’m never speaking to either of you again.”
With a laugh, Mallory said, “Yeah, right.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I searched through the crowded room teaming with party guests for my parents. Relief flooded me at the sight of them completely occupied. Although intrigued by why my older brother, Jake, stood before them soaked to the bone in his dress suit with a sheepish grin on his face, I managed not to let my curiosity get the better of me for once. Instead, I focused on the task at hand.
Just the thought of what I was about to do sent my spray tanned legs shaking beneath the yards of satin on my Sweet Sixteen gown. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. The last thing I needed was to pass out and have my dress around my head for all my friends from school to see. I’d picked the lavender perfection a few weeks before. It was exactly like what I had envisioned when I’d made sketches of my dream dress. The bodice was encrusted with silver sequins and beading while the bottom of the gown flowed out, making me look and feel like a Disney Princess.
I tried my best to tune the voices of doubt out of my head. On my trembling legs that reminded me of the new colt at Jake’s farm, I pushed myself forward and headed out the door into the courtyard. Standing in front of the sparkling fountain was the man I’d been in love with for the past three years. Rhys McGowan—the bassist for the world famous band, Runaway Train, and my older brother’s best friend. The man who had no idea how I truly felt about him because all he saw me as was Jake’s kid-sister. But that was all going to change. Tonight I was going to make him see me as more.
For a moment, I could only stare at his broad back, watching his movements as he smoked his cigarette. In an instant, I was transported back in time to the first time I’d met him. My older sister Andrea and I had gone up for a weeklong campout at Jake’s farm. I didn’t know at the time that he had invited his new bandmates to come along. The guys were just starting out, playing weekends at Eastman’s Pub in downtown Atlanta. I knew AJ because he was our next-door neighbor when I was little, but the two other guys, Brayden and Rhys, I’d never seen before.
The moment Rhys stood up from his lawn chair and held out his hand to me, I was a goner. I liked every single thing about him, from his bygone era manners to his wavy dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was younger than the other guys, and somehow that made him seem more accessible to my teenage self.
But my love for him was sealed the next day—the day he became my true knight in shining armor. During a swim at the waterfalls on Jake’s land, I was deep underwater when I swam by a downed tree and became entangled in the branches. Panicking, I flailed left and right, but I couldn’t seem to get loose. And then out of nowhere, Rhys’s strong arms pulled me free. When I reached the surface, I was coughing and sputtering between fearful tears. “Hey now, don’t cry. You’re okay,” he had said, pulling me against his bare chest.
I’d melted against him. Even after I could breathe again and knew my life was no longer in danger, I couldn’t bring myself to tear away from him. Instead, I kept trembling all over from my growing feelings, which Rhys mistook as me still being shaky from almost drowning. When he started rubbing wide circles over my back, I sighed with contentment.
I jumped at the sound of a voice behind us. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jake demanded.
A chuckle rumbled through Rhys’s chest. “Easy man. I’m not putting the moves on your baby sister.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what it looks like to me.”
A whimper escaped my lips as Rhys gently took my arms and extracted me from his embrace. He then turned back to Jake. “She got tangled in that downed tree and almost drowned, you ass.” He shook his head. “I don’t like to think what would’ve happened if I hadn’t seen her.”
A shudder rippled through Jake as he processed Rhys’s words. “I-I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” he replied, as he took long strides in the water to come to my side. He wrapped his arms around me. “Oh, Allie-Bean, thank God you’re all right. I don’t even want to fucking think of anything bad happening to you.” Once again, a shudder rippled through him.
He placed a tender kiss on the top of my soaked head. “It’s all right. I’m okay,??
? I said, never taking my eyes off Rhys.
When Rhys winked at me, my heart fluttered, and once again, I found myself fighting for breath. “Yeah, she’s fine. She’s tougher than she looks,” he said.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside,” Jake said.
“No, I want to stay,” I insisted, unable to bear the thought of being deprived one second with Rhys, my savior.
“Are you sure?” Jake asked, concern etched on his dark brows.
“Hell, Jake, quit babying her. She said she’s fine,” Rhys countered.
“Fine. But just be careful, okay?” Jake replied.
I bobbed my head. “I will. I promise.”
With a final glance at me, Jake swam back over to where the others were. As Rhys turned to me, the sunlight hit the water droplets on his face, causing him to have an almost angelic glow. He gave me a beaming smile. “Stick close to me, and you’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thanks,” I murmured.
Now three years later, I still loved Rhys with all my heart and soul. Of course, he didn’t actually know how I felt about him. And there was no time like the present to let those feelings become known.
“Hi Rhys,” I said.
At the sound of my voice, he whirled around. “Hiya Allie-Bean,” he said, tossing his cigarette to the ground. As he stomped out the glowing embers with his shoe, I wrinkled my nose both at the smell of the smoke and at him using Jake’s old nickname for me. “What are you doing out here?”
I shrugged. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Well, I decided to have a smoke after finding your brother and Abby swimming in the fountain.”
I widened my eyes in surprise. “Is that why he’s all wet?”
Rhys laughed. “Yeah, it is. Not quite sure how they both ended up soaking wet, but I’m sure there’s a pretty good story about how it happened.” He winked at me. “Maybe even a naughty one.”
A warm flush filled my cheeks at his words and gesture. From the smoldering looks Jake had been giving his new girlfriend all night, I could imagine there was definitely something naughty behind why they ended up in the fountain. But I had also been glad to see the way he looked at her with love in his eyes, too. Since I was a romantic at heart, I hoped he had found someone to settle down with.
Shifting on my heels, I cleared my throat. “I just wanted to say thanks again for playing at my party. It was amazing.”
Rhys grinned as he reached in his pocket. After he dug out a tin of mints, he popped a couple in his mouth. When he offered me one, I shook my head. “You’re welcome,” he said.
Taking a few tentative steps closer to him, I said, “You always seem to be doing nice things for me. I mean, you saved me all those years ago and now you’re making my Sweet Sixteen something that everyone will be talking about at school on Monday.”
“Regardless of the fact that Jake would’ve whipped my ass if I had said no to your party, I was glad to do it.” He cupped my chin. “Anything for you, Allie-Bean.”
His simple touch sent my heartbeat thrumming wildly in my chest. Since it seemed so loud in my ears, I hoped that he wouldn’t be able to hear it over the roar of the fountain. “I’m glad to hear that,” I whispered breathlessly.
“I have something for you.”
“Y-You do?”
He cocked his dark brows at me. “Do you think I’d come play at your birthday party without getting you a gift?”
“The fact you came and played is more than enough of a present,” I countered.
He reached in his suit pocket again. This time he brought out a small jewelry box with a pink bow. He thrust it at me. “Happy Birthday, Allie-Bean.”
Oh. My. God. He’d gotten me jewelry? With shaky hands, I reached forward and took the box from him. I don’t know how my trembling fingers managed to undo the bow, but when I did, I slid it off and opened the lid. Peeling away the tissue paper, I found a round pendant on a silver chain. A hand-painted white magnolia with glittering leaves of vibrant green filled the pendant. “Oh, it’s so beautiful,” I gasped, as I took it into my hand.
“You really like it?” he questioned, his voice lacking the confidence it usually had.
“Yes. Yes, of course I do,” I quickly replied, never taking my eyes off the necklace.
“When I saw it, I thought of you. A magnolia is a delicate and pretty Southern symbol, and you’re a pretty Southern girl.”
“I’ve always loved magnolias. Wherever did you find it?”
“My sister makes them. Well, she paints them.”
I jerked my gaze up to meet his. “Your sister?” In the three years I’d known Rhys, he’d rarely talked about his family, least of all mentioning a sister. I had assumed that he was an only child.
His expression saddened as he rubbed his neck furiously with one of his hands. “Yeah, my younger sister, Ellie. She’s really talented when it comes to painting.”
“We have something in common then,” I said, thinking about how I loved to draw and sketch. My dream was to one day become a fashion designer and have my own clothing line.
“Yes, you’re both artistic,” he murmured softly.
Sensing that was all I was going to get out of him, I smiled and replied, “Please thank her for me, and tell her what beautiful work she does.”
Gratitude replaced the sadness on his face. “I will.”
I held out the chain. “Will you put it on me?”
He frowned. “But it doesn’t match your dress.”
“I don’t care. I want to wear it.”
“You seriously want to wear it now?” he asked incredulously.
There was something so endearing about how much he wanted the necklace to please me. It made me want to throw my arms around his neck and smother his face with grateful kisses. “Of course I do. I think it’s my most favorite gift I’ve received tonight.”
As he took the chain from me, his lips quirked up, as if he was smirking at me. “I think you’re just humoring me.”
Furiously, I shook my head from side to side, trying to show him my sincerity. “No, I’m telling the truth—I promise.” I turned around and lifted up my mass of loose curls so he could put the necklace on me. Once I heard the clasp fasten closed with a snap, I turned around. “Thank you, Rhys. I’ll always think of you when I wear it.”
He gave me a genuine smile that melted my heart. “You do that.” As I absently ran my fingers over the magnolia, Rhys asked, “Now was there a reason why you came out here to see me, Allie-Bean?”
My fingers froze as I felt a warm flush fill my cheeks. “Oh, um, never mind. It wasn’t important.”
“Sure it was.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I just wondered if you would…” I swallowed hard, trying to muster my strength.
“If I would what?” Rhys prodded.
“Give me a birthday kiss,” I whispered.
When a beaming smile lit up his face, I felt like I might combust. “Well, I’m happy to oblige your request, young lady.” He leaned in and bestowed a tender kiss on my cheek. I couldn’t hide my disappointment, and I guess he noticed when he pulled back. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me I did it wrong,” he teased.
“No, you didn’t. It’s just…” While my heart beat out-of-control, the voice in my mind was strong as it goaded me. Go on, Allison. You can do it. “I wanted a real kiss from you.”
Rhys’s smile instantly faded. His brows shot up into his hairline as his chocolate brown eyes widened in disbelief. “You want a kiss from me?”
I couldn’t believe I was still standing in front of him, least of all bobbing my head. “I want you to be my first kiss,” I blurted before I could stop myself.
“Sweet Sixteen and never been kissed?” he questioned almost incredulously.
His surprise caused embarrassment to flood my face. “Not properly really—not by someone I really wanted to kiss.”
“And you want to kiss me?”
“Yes. Very m
uch,” I whispered.
A strangled noise came from the back of his throat. “I can’t believe this,” he murmured.
I glanced down at my silver heels peeking out from my hemline. “I’m sorry.”
Rhys’s fingers gripped my chin and lifted my gaze to his. “Don’t be sorry, Allie-Bean. It’s just, you’re jailbait for me,” he protested.
“But it’s not like that really.”
“Oh, I’m sure Jake and your parents would certainly disagree.”
Although part of me wanted to turn and run, I stood my ground. I’d come too far to give up now. “It’s just a kiss. No one will ever have to know but you and me.”
With a wry look, he said, “And your two friends who practically have their noses pressed to the glass right now watching us.”
I whirled around to glare at Mallory and Kim. With a hasty flick of my wrist, they instantly backed away from the window and then disappeared. “Sorry about that,” I mumbled.
When I dared myself to glance at Rhys, he appeared to be raging war on himself. I took a tentative step forward, closing the small gap between us. In a voice I almost didn’t recognize, I said, “Make this the happiest night of my life by kissing me.”
“But if Jake caught us or found out—” Rhys cast a glance around the patio as if searching for Jake’s wrathful gaze.
“Please, Rhys.”
“Okay, fine.” When he was assured we were truly alone, he cupped my face in his hands. I sucked in a breath, my already frantic heartbeat accelerated into a wild gallop. In a dizzy flurry, the patio began to spin around me. As his mouth hovered over mine, Rhys whispered, “Happy Birthday, Allison.”
The instant his mouth touched mine, I trembled from head to toe. His lips were everything I dreamed they would be—warm, soft, commanding, consuming. I could have stayed in that moment with Rhys’s hands on my face and lips on mine for the rest of my life. While I would have preferred the slick feel of his tongue against mine, Rhys kept the kiss incredibly chaste.
When he pulled away, I blinked my eyes several times before they would focus. Surprise flooded me to see Rhys staring down at me with an almost dumbfounded expression on his face. His brows creased in confusion, and he appeared to be unable to speak. His reaction was nothing like I had expected.