Chapter Sixteen
“What?” Kate’s heart slammed into her throat, and she nearly dropped her guitar as her eyes snapped to the woman belonging to the voice. Emma Sinclaire. The woman Travis hired to do publicity for the ranch. And she had a phone. OhnoOhnoOhnoOhno. “What are you doing?” she screeched, jumping to her feet, pain ripping through her throat. “OhmyGod, you have to erase that right now.” She stumbled to the woman, hand extended.
Emma stuffed the phone into her pocket. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re Kaycee Starr.”
“Give me your phone,” she begged hoarsely.
“What are you talking about? You’re amazing. I should have recorded that first piece.”
Kate’s eyes grew wide as her stomach dropped to her toes. “How long have you been here?” There was no use denying who she was, but maybe she
