She snorted. “Are you kidding me? I spent all morning chasing that puppy around with a roll of paper towels while simultaneously talking with the GC about the soundproof studio addition to Landry’s room you just had to add at the last minute.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror, winking at my kid. “She’s a drum prodigy, she needs practice space.”
“Seems kind of reckless to give a beautiful girl sole access to a soundproof room,” Bryan whispered under her breath.
“What are you talking about? Why would we put the practice room across the house? It’s not convenient.”
She turned to me. “Really? You can’t think of any reason that would be a bad idea?”
I shook my head. “No. Why?”
“Picture yourself at sixteen. Now, picture what you would have done with that room.”
I slammed on the brakes. “Call the GC back.” Fucking karma.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, one stray cat, and a fish that keeps dying and she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. She loves reading romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She’s new to the writing game but has published four books in her first year alone. Inspiration can come from anywhere: a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.