Catch A Fallen Star. Amy VastineЧитать онлайн книгу.
one is going to make you talk about anything you don’t want to talk about, Violet. That’s our deal, remember?”
“You say that, Jesse, but you always get me to spill my guts even when I don’t want to.”
The girl reminded Boone of another indignant teenager who loved horses. His daughter, Emmy, was fourteen and, likely thanks mostly to her mother, hadn’t answered his calls or replied to any of his text messages in months.
“Please give me a break,” an exasperated redhead said as she pushed her way around the man named Jesse. “I can’t take this drama. Jesse is your social worker. He should know when things happen so you two can process through it. Lord knows you don’t want to talk to me about it.”
“Why would I talk to you? You don’t want to hear about my drama. I bet you wish you could ditch me just like Dad did.”
The mother’s head fell back as she let out a growl of frustration. Boone took a step toward the door. They were obviously intruding on a very personal conversation.
Jesse noticed them then. “Dean.” He made his way over while mother and daughter glared in their direction—another all too familiar sight.
“Sorry, Jesse.” Dean also began to backpedal. “We’ll come back. I didn’t realize you had a session scheduled.”
“No, I’m going to go,” the redhead said. “Violet’s right. This is her time with the horses, not our time to fight. We should save that for home.”
“Ruby...” Jesse spun back around. “We should use this as an opportunity to work on your communication.”
“I am pretty sure you could spend the rest of your life helping us with our communication. I can afford only an hour of your time, so I am going to leave.” She gave Dean an apologetic grimace. “Sorry for the...whatever this was, Dean.”
“Don’t be sorry. We really can come back. Maybe you should stay and talk this out with Jesse and Violet.”
“And keep your friend here from getting the grand tour? No way.” Her hand landed solidly on Boone’s chest. That was the moment he realized she knew exactly who he was. Clearly she was a fan. For some reason, his female admirers always wanted to touch.
“Aren’t you cute,” Boone said, ready to prove to Dean that he could be nice. “If you think it would help, I’ll sign something for you and your daughter. Maybe this little encounter will turn the whole day around.”
People used to tell him that all the time. They would profess their love for him and swear that meeting him was life altering. Fans often told him that getting his autograph or their picture taken with him was the best moment of their lives, even better than the day they got married or gave birth to their children. Boone Williams had that effect on people.
This little redhead cocked her head and seemed confused, however. Boone figured she was still trying to play like she didn’t recognize him. It was a common ploy. Fans sometimes tried acting unaware of who he was at first in the hope it would put him more at ease around them.
He gave her his trademark grin and lowered his voice, which had literally made women swoon. “You want me to sign something for you, pretty lady?”
See? He could be nice.
The line between the woman’s eyebrows deepened. “Unless you’re signing your name on a check that’s going to pay for about a hundred more sessions with Jesse, I’m not sure your signature is going to do me and my daughter much good, mister.”
With that, she was gone.
“Are you famous or something?” the girl asked, arms crossed tightly in front of her.
He thought he was. He sure used to be. Lately, however, he’d been famous for all the wrong reasons.
“Violet Wynn, this is Boone Williams.” Dean paused for her to react. She didn’t, so he continued, “He’s a very famous singer at my record label. He’s going to be staying here for a few weeks to work with the horses and maybe write some new music.”
That was a big maybe.
“Welcome to the farm, Boone. I’m Jesse Keyes.” He held out his hand to shake. “We’re happy to have you here.”
“Jesse says that to everyone,” Violet said behind him.
Jesse took a deep breath. Turning, he suggested to the girl, “Why don’t you go in the tack room and get things ready while I grab Sassy?”
“It’s true. You do say that to everybody. You’re one of those nice people who goes around saying nice things to everyone you meet. I just thought he should know so he doesn’t start offering to sign things for you, too.”
Dean coughed a laugh into his fist. Jesse seemed to be fighting a smile as Violet took off in the other direction. “Not surprising she gets along best with the horse named Sassy, is it?” he asked Boone.
“Not surprising in the least.” Boone glanced around at the stables. How had his life come to this—hiding on a horse farm in the middle of small-town Tennessee where people didn’t even know who he was? This was not the way things were supposed to be.
He had to get his career back, and fast, or fame would be nothing but a faded memory. And if he wasn’t famous, what was the point of all those years of hard work and sacrifice? Boone had given everything he had to his career. Without it, he was nothing.
IF RUBY HAD her way, she would eradicate the world of men. Maybe not all men, just the ones who didn’t give a damn about their children and the ones who thought they could fix the world’s problems by smiling and offering...their signatures.
Okay, the signature part was still weird. Why anyone would think writing his name on something could make this horrible day better, she’d never understand.
With an hour to kill and an ex-husband she’d also like to kill, Ruby figured the safest place for her was under the watchful eye of her best friend.
Holly Davis was editor of the Grass Lake Gazette. The Gazette was published on Thursdays and had a distribution of a whopping 2,600 people. Holly certainly didn’t need to work on a Saturday, but she often put in more hours on the weekend when her husband could be home to watch their three kids.
The small-town newspaper was housed on the top floor of the tallest building along Main Street. Ruby decided walking up the six flights of stairs would help her burn off some of the adrenaline that seemed still to be coursing through her veins.
Sure enough, the door to the Gazette was unlocked when she reached the top. Holly sat at her desk with a pen in her mouth.
“I know you come here for peace and quiet, but I need to spend some time with someone who likes me,” Ruby said, slightly out of breath.
Holly removed the pen and stuck it in the bun on top of her head. Her round face and large blue eyes gave her a childlike appearance, such a stark contrast to the streaks of gray in her dark brown hair. “I love you,” she corrected Ruby. “Who doesn’t love you?”
“I’ll give you a hint. She’s about this tall and is a professional eye roller.”
“How is my favorite thirteen-year-old?”
“She’s a pain in my butt.” Violet had a way of perfectly pushing Ruby’s buttons. She somehow managed to make her mom feel bad for her and infuriated by her at the same time. And whatever the problem was, it was always Ruby’s fault.
Never mind the fact that what had sparked the whole meltdown today was that Levi had once again canceled his visit with his daughter. Never mind that he’d spent months promising to take Violet to California for a long weekend. They were supposed to go to Disneyland and see the Hollywood sign. Only, Levi called last night with yet another lame excuse