Chapter Fifteen
Kate woke with words dancing through her head.
I was young, I was reckless. Didn’t know then what I know now – that love’s a fickle lady, better stake your claim when she comes dancing in. You better hold on, hold on.
She sat up with a gasp, sheets falling to her waist. She’d been without words since before the business with the crazy fan. They often came in snippets like this, but the snippet was always the kernel the song grew from. Scanning the room, she looked for a piece of paper, a scrap, anything. Nothing.
Shutting her eyes, Kate went over the words again, a hint of a tune hovering just out of reach. She had to write it down. She pushed Cash on the shoulder. “Cash,” she whispered. “I need a piece of paper.”
Cash answered with a sigh and a stretch, possessively l
