Page 21 of Indescribable Love

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Page 21 of Indescribable Love

“Dude, I’m just messing with you. Relax.”

Yeah. Calling Noah definitely would have been the better choice.

“Do you really think I need messing with right now?” he snapped.

And that just made Jax laugh hard.

Great.

“You want to know the best part of this conversation?” his brother asked. “It’s that it’s the first time in I don’t even know how long that you’ve been…you know…normal.”

“Awesome. Now I’m not normal. Thanks. Anything else you want to add?”

“Okay, shit…that’s not exactly what I meant! Dammit, Simon, why are you like this?” He huffed dramatically. “I mean, it’s cool to see that things can get to you. That you don’t have the same reaction to everything.”

“But I don’t like being like this,” he argued. “Being angry and annoyed is just…just…”

“So maybe…maybe this Juliette woman isn’t the worst thing to happen to you.”

“Would you please just make up your mind,” he whined. “My head is spinning now, and…”

He stopped because suddenly the song he’d been working on started playing in his head and it wasn’t just the few chords and lyrics he’d been messing with, but…more.

Possibly all of it.

“I have to go,” he said quickly. “Music…it’s there…and…and…”

“Go!” Jax said with a laugh. “I know when you get like this to just hang up, so…go! I’ll call you in a few days! Good luck!”

Simon tossed the phone aside and reached for his guitar. He no longer felt angry; now he was energized, and it had been a long time since he’d felt like this. Strumming a bit, he hummed the melody that was playing in his head and tried to match it with the strings. Within minutes, it was all coming together and he took his phone and hit the app to record what he was doing and then started at the beginning. And then…he stopped paying attention to anything and everything around. It was all about the music. Occasionally he’d stop and write down the lyrics, and it was like the world around him simply faded away.

At some point, he heard movement up on the main level, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t stop. The light grew dim, so he stood with his guitar and walked over to turn on a light. A sandwich appeared seemingly out of nowhere and he ate it while writing more lyrics.

When he finally was done, the house was quiet and dark. A quick glance at the clock showed it was almost midnight. Yawning, he slowly made his way to his room. Tomorrow was another day, and he hoped he had finally broken through whatever was blocking him.

And seriously hoped it wasn’t the bad mood that did it.

Chapter Five

The next morning, Juliette heard Simon down on the lower level singing and knew not to disturb him.

In the shadows of the night, our love's a fire, burning bright.

We walk the line, we take the risk, in your arms, I find my bliss.

Over and over he’d sing certain verses and then…nothing. She knew enough about the writing process that he was experimenting with the lyrics and writing them down when he finally got them right. That kind of creativity was astounding to her, and she was more than happy to simply keep her distance and let him do his thing.

She was sitting quietly in the kitchen, enjoying her coffee, when she got a text from Nikki asking her to come over to the guest house. She was already dressed and figured she could just take her mug across the yard with her.

It was a beautifully peaceful morning, and after her awkward conversation with Simon yesterday, she was kind of relieved that he was spending so much time working on his music. The thought of facing him over dinner last night had nearly convinced her to get in her car and drive down that hideously precarious road and have dinner alone. Fortunately, he never came upstairs to eat. Nikki had made him a sandwich and brought it down to him, and Juliette had enjoyed a quiet night to herself.

And it was glorious.

At the guest house, she knocked on the door, feeling great.

“You broke Simon!” Nikki yelled when she opened the door. “What is wrong with you?”

“Um…”




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