Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Serendipity
- Praise for Kris Bryant
- Bold Strokes Books Social Media
- Bold Strokes Books Newsletter Signup
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Epilogue—One Year Later
- About the Author
- Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
- BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM
“She rubbed me wrong in Vegas, but during the tour of Top Shelf she was really nice. She even introduced me to Willow McAdams.”
Bristol couldn’t help the eye roll. “Look, I’m sorry, but she’s a chameleon. Once she realized you weren’t into flirting or impressed by expensive champagne, she changed her approach.” Bristol watched Annie’s face as she processed their very blunt conversation. It was a lot to digest. “Why don’t we take a break? I know we need to hit the road.”
“Yeah. I guess I have a lot to think about. Thank you for talking to me.”
“I’m really sorry for blowing you off. And I’ll talk to Lizzy about leaving you alone. You’re the first person I’ve connected with in a long time, and she’s probably jealous. It’s always been just us.”
“I’m sorry this hasn’t worked out the way you wanted it to, but you’ve been a role model for so many people, and your music has touched the hearts of millions. Know that what you’ve done in this world is beautiful.”
“Thank you for saying that.” Bristol was exhausted and wanted her to stay. She wanted to walk into Annie’s arms and just be held by somebody who gave a damn about her and not her career, but she didn’t know how to ask for comfort. Annie waved good night and walked off the bus as though Bristol hadn’t just poured her heart and soul out in the space between them.
“Ms. Baines? Are we ready to go?” Lou knocked on the door that Annie had just closed.
“We’re good, Lou. Thank you for waiting.” She dragged herself to her bedroom and locked the door. She didn’t care who rode with her on the bus as long as they left her alone.
* * *
The Angel/Devil tour was finally coming to an end. Bristol looked at the people who hustled around her and realized, as much as she appreciated their efforts, she was fine with not seeing them again for a very long time. Lizzy had given her a wide berth since their blowup and was very cordial and friendly when they did communicate.
None of this mattered anymore. In eight hours, she would be home. She and Lizzy had already discussed bonuses and had deposits ready to drop in everyone’s account by the morning. Lizzy had a meeting with Top Shelf after Labor Day to deliver the news that Bristol was dropping them as a label.
“Are you ready for tonight?” Dom asked. She was the only one who either was oblivious to the mounting tension or didn’t care.