Page 19 of Captivated By You
Cheeks turning pink, she looked away. “I don’t. Not usually.”
Interesting. I’d delve into why that embarrassed her more later.
I reached the door at the end of the hall, opposite the side of the house of mine and waited for her. “Sophie and Kevin usually stay in this room. I thought you’d like it the most. It’s got a helluva view. Almost as good as mine.”
I opened the door and walked in, holding it open for Claudia to follow in behind me. Her reaction didn’t disappoint. As soon as she stepped into the room her breath caught and her eyes went wide.
“Goodness,” she whispered, moving straight toward her private balcony. “I just don’t know how you could ever leave a home like this and return to L.A.” She whipped her head around. “You do live in L.A. Right?”
I’d been touring for almost three straight years. I owned three different houses but didn’t consider any of them home. My tour bus was more of a home than any of my houses. I hadn’t lived in any long enough to really make it mine which was why I usually gave that job to Sophie during her summer breaks from school.
“L.A. and New York,” I confirmed.
“Which do you like more?”
Neither. Some days, I really fucking missed the slowness of Kansas.
“I spend most of my time in L.A.”
She smiled sweetly, lips pressed together. A hint of little lines deepened at the edges of her eyes. “That’s not really an answer.”
I shrugged and slid my hands into my jeans. “It’s the best I can give. Where are you from?”
“Georgia.” She said it abruptly and turned back to the window, opening the latch on the sliding glass door and stepped outside.
Oh-kay. What the hell was that?
Funny how she’d drill me for answers when I had a Wikipedia page full of information yet she didn’t talk about herself.
But it was another hint at who she was—or who she was hiding from—because this girl was definitely hiding from someone, even if it was herself.
