Page 41 of The Falling for the Boss's Daughter Situation

“What about Eva?”

“I called her and she was just going to bed. She was up all night writing. And if she suggests to me one more time that I should write a song about a vampire, I’m going to bite her face.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What’s up with you? You look like crap.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you sick?”

“Nope.”

“Bad night or something?”

“Leave it ator something,” I said.

“Come listen to this song,” Zoe said.

We sat on the couch and I dug right into the breakfast bag.

A sausage, egg, and cheese on a bagel sandwich was just what I needed to get my morning started. And it would help supplement the curves on my hips. The ones that Maverick had grabbed last night…

“Here’s version one,” Zoe said.

I chased away all thoughts of Maverick and listened to the song.

I nodded along.

Zoe had serious talent.

“Now, here is another version,” she said.

I listened to the same song again, this time with more instruments added to it.

Zoe stared at me like this was the biggest decision of her life.

I sat there, chomping on my greasy breakfast sandwich.

“Well?” Zoe asked. “Pick one.”

“Me? I have to choose? I don’t like choosing.”

“I know you don’t like choosing. Which one is better though?”

“They’re both great.”

“That’s not what I want to hear,” Zoe said.

“Well, why not just have both?”

“Both?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

Zoe stood up. “Both versions. Why didn’t I think of that?”

I put my feet up on the coffee table. “See? You don’t have to choose. You don’t have to commit to one version of a song. Screw that. Right?”