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Chapter 11

When I walked in the front door of my bungalow, I could tell that Rose had been here for awhile. The candles were lit, the music was already playing and I heard lots of singing from the kitchen which meant that Rose has had several drinks already.

Rose was a singer, a damn good one, but around people like Emmett and Edward there was no way in hell that she would sing. She had to warm up, get to know you and then you got to hear her. Inside my head, I was already plotting to make sure Emmett did just that, heard her sing. Surely he knew someone who could help her. Rose sang around town at open mic nights and such, but for her day job she modeled.

She hated modeling and she hated the fake bullshit that went along with it; all the smiles and air kisses. She wanted to know what you thought and felt not what you were forced to say. Her looks earned her a living but as soon as she could ditch the 'World of Fake', as she called it, she was gone.

That was another reason she was moving in with me at the end of the month. She was always gone with modeling jobs so it made no sense for her to pay her own set of bills when she was hardly ever there. When she was in town, she stayed with me most of the time anyway. She had moved a few things into my spare bedroom but not nearly enough. We were waiting on a few of her friends to come and help move the big stuff. Till then, she brought all she needed each time and we were happy with that.

I knew I couldn't let her sing for long, otherwise she's be pissed at me for not announcing our presence so I called out to her. "Honey, I'm home and I brought some strays with me."