Magnificent Mess (Bears of Beauville #3)

LAUREL

I’d slept on the couch. How dumb was I? I had the chalet to myself, the master bedroom all fluffed up, and I fell asleep on the couch in a bathrobe, with a fleece blanket over my legs and the guitar on the floor. I must have been playing long into the night.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked my phone and found twelve recordings. Nine were of the work-in-progress I’d tentatively called Magnificent Mess, and three of another melody with just three verses, something about the rain and mist in the mountains, and lone beasts lurking in the forests.

I didn’t dare to listen to the recordings for fear that the excitement I’d felt last night would fall flat today. Coffee first, maybe a shower, then I’d see if I was in the mood to play some more.