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
“You’re doing great. I do that so the crew and everyone on the tour can snack while they’re working. You’d be amazed at how many people work on putting the stage together. But I hear you. The lull of junk food is so easy when you can’t just cook something for yourself.”
“Although your suite has a full kitchen. Do you like to cook?”
Bristol thought about what she did on her downtime, but it had been so long she couldn’t remember if she really enjoyed cooking or did it because it was her only option when not on tour. “It’s hard to cook for just me, but I usually enjoy it. It’s better when the family comes over and we grill out.”
“Do you live close to your family?” Annie wasn’t fishing for information. She was genuinely curious.
“My mom and brother live in my neighborhood in LA. I also have a cabin in Vermont and an apartment in Madrid. When I stay there, they usually come visit.”
“As in Madrid, Spain?” Annie’s mouth dropped open.
Bristol wrinkled her nose. “Yes. That sounds excessive, doesn’t it?”
“Good for you. You’re living the dream, and if you can afford it, I say why not? I would love to travel. I’ve only been to Mexico.”
“I’ve toured everywhere, but I haven’t really seen the world. We tried to do better on this tour by spreading it out so we weren’t so rushed, but that just made it drag out. I can’t tell you how happy I am that we’re in the homestretch.”
“It has to be so hard to be away from your family and friends that long,” Annie said.
“I miss my mom a lot. I’m sure you already understand that. You’re really close to your sister and niece. And you have some really great friends.” Bristol was thinking of Charley and how protective she was of Annie.
“I already miss them like crazy. My sister raised me, so even though the rest of the tour is only six weeks, this is probably the longest we’ve been apart.”
“Your sister raised you?” Bristol didn’t want to ask the obvious. If Annie wanted to tell her what happened there, she would.
Annie slid the guitar off her lap and placed it gently against the table. “My parents died in a boating accident when I was thirteen. Sarah was twenty then and became my legal guardian. She sacrificed so much for me. And now she’s dealing with Peyton’s illness. She needs a break.”