Follow My Heart (The Wrestler's Heart Book 1)

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Chapter Twelve


Back on the road, I finally had time to breathe.

In the days following the last show, the creative supervisor set Cady and me up with a photographer, and forced me to eat lunch with her at nearby restaurants. Cady lingered backstage, sat beside when I signed autographs, and I had to fake attraction. We had to be where fans might be, doing whatever it took to build up the moments before we became an announced TV couple.

I dreaded the day when Cady would join our carpool. I would have no time away from my job. No time to just be myself. I would feel like I was always on and that could be a problem in any occupation. Everyone needed a little time off.

That night I wished I had driven a rented car. Right after the show, I watched my co-workers climb aboard a hovercopter and I was jealous. They would reach the next destination in a few minutes while Seyer and I were stuck battling traffic on busy four lanes.

I spent the whole ride thinking about that silly craft. How it looked a lot like the helicopters on the outside. If helicopters could be merged with limousines. It was the only flying vehicle in Jenithiyah and it didn’t reach great heights because anything that dared to fly too high would come crashing down. The engines would stall with no hope of revival and no one had been able to figure out why. I found it odd and mysterious.

I also had time to think about Rose’s message and what she’d said. I’d regretted the message I’d sent her as soon as it was gone. And I’d kicked myself for admitting that I wasn’t always a nice guy. Her reply took too long and I feared I had scared her away.

It came shortly after I climbed behind the wheel. I’d read it, but wasn’t talented enough to type on my phone and drive at the same time.

Her last sentence puzzled me. Was she admitting she wanted more?

“You drove past the exit, moron,” Seyer groaned.

“Huh?” I glanced at my friend, then the exit sign that whizzed by.

“Damn. I’ll take the next one.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you drive.” Seyer sat with arms folded over his chest and his head back. He looked too comfortable to me so, I took the next off-ramp a little fast, making his entire body shift and his head hit the window.

“You ass.” He rubbed the side of his head with a smile and I laughed. We needed a little laughter to break the strain of fatigue. “Just for that, you’re paying for the room.”

“No way. It’s your turn and you know it.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I liked you better when you were a noob.”

“That was ten years ago and I should make you pay me back for all those rooms you tricked me into paying for.”

“You can try.” He snickered. “Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.”

I planned to spend the night talking to Rose. But, my eyes closed as soon as I hit the pillow.

The next morning I awoke refreshed and ready to explore. I took a bottle of water and a pair of headphones to the beach, where I fell asleep on a towel, under a large umbrella shortly, after arriving and the day almost passed me by.


P.M. from Ethan Hart:

I’m off today. I slept too long. Ate too much and now I’m lying on the beach of Bermuda Falls, watching a seagull dip his beak into the ocean for his lunch.

The sun is starting to set and it’s a gorgeous mixture of orange, red, and pink. I think, Rose would love this. One day we’ll choose a time where ever we are, in two separate places and watch the sunset together. We’ll open Chatter and describe it to each other. I wonder if they’ll look the same?

P.M. from Velvet Rose:

I’m working a double shift tonight and I decided to take my meal break the moment I received your message. I’m outside now, enjoying the warm night, and finding joy knowing that you’re not that far away, tonight and we are gazing at the same sky. It’s beautiful.

P.M. from Ethan Hart:

You are the most beautiful site I’ve ever seen. It’s times like this that I hate this hectic schedule. I wish I didn’t have so many appearances before tomorrow night’s show because I’d rather be driving towards you. I think it’s time we met.

P.M. from Velvet Rose:

I think we should meet, too. I think about what you said about finding someone often. You think it’s never going to happen, but I think about the day when you do find someone and it makes me sad because it won’t be me. And when that happens, I’ll have no one to blame but myself, because I’m the obstacle in our way.


“Ha-ha! Yes!” I yelled, drawing the attention of few beach goers walking the same path to their cars. Mothers pulled their children closer and led them away. “Oh, my … hell yeah!”


P.M. from Ethan Hart:

When? Where? Pick a place. I’ll drop everything, drive a thousand miles, I’ll take a vacation if I have to! Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.

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