Mr. Picture Perfect – Spruce Texas Read Online Daryl Banner

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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“She sounds s-s-so sweet …”

“You remind me of my nephew Tyrone when he was young, during his formative years.”

“I wanna b-b-be better … I wanna d-do better …”

“You will, you will. I’ll help you, son. You’ve got it in you, you can fight those demons, you’ve got it in you. Oh, if my dear Cherie were here right now … what she’d say … what she’d say …”

“I love you, man, I’m s-s-so sorry …”

“I’m so sorry, too.”

TJ and I turn to each other, completely baffled.

And that’s when the sound of scuffling shoes is heard. I turn to find Noah standing at the entrance to the lounge with a striped blue-and-white backpack slung over his shoulder. His eyes reflect as much bewilderment as our own at the bizarre scene before us.

“Noah,” I greet him, amazed.

“The butler let me in,” he says in reply, then smiles flatly.

Of course, it’s a joke. There’s no butler. But the instant I see Noah, I feel deep relief. While Dean and Anthony continue to share their disturbingly adorable moment—and TJ walks over to check if he can help them somehow—I whisk Noah away.

A moment later finds us sitting in a quiet bay window at the other end of the guest wing, his backpack on the floor by our feet. “I was worried,” I tell him. “You weren’t answering my texts, and it’s been hours, and—”

“I know,” says Noah. “I’m sorry.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” He swallows hard, then nods stiffly. “Yes, all’s good.”

I’m not convinced. “Did one of your mom’s baked goods come to life and take over the house? Did you discover your dad’s trains crashed into each other? Casualties numbering over a thousand? Mayor of Windville is in hot water with the local authorities?”

Noah cracks a smile—which was my intention. “No. As far as I know, everything is operating just fine in Windville, and my mom wasn’t up to her usual baking experiments. I’ll let them know you were so concerned. They’ll love that,” he adds as an aside. Then his eyes catch the strange painting near the window. “Is that a goose’s body with the head of a horse?”

“There’s a lot of weird art around here. Just go with it.” I lean into him. “I’m so glad you’re here, Noah.”

He pulls his eyes from the painting and smiles at me. “I’m glad to be here, too. Are you recovered after today? Did you get rest?”

“Not much. But I’ll get rest now that I’ve got you.”

“It was surreal today, watching you up on that stage.” He lets out a sigh of amazement. “Cole, I don’t know how you find the confidence in yourself to do all of that. One of my worst memories is standing on a stage in front of a bunch of people for an audition. It haunts me to this day.”

“An audition? When was this?”

“Years ago, my junior year of high school. Tamika even paid witness. She was a sophomore, I think. Now, anytime I’m in front of a bunch of people, or a social setting with a lot of pressure, I feel like I’m right back in that auditorium. I freeze up.”

I frown. “You never told me about that.”

“And then you go and make it look so easy, jumping onto that stage and being your amazing, talented self …” He looks the other way. “Even when you’re nervous, you look so confident.”

I take hold of his hand, bringing his attention back to me. “I’m only confident because you’re out there watching me. Who do you think I was performing for earlier? It wasn’t for anyone out there in that audience. Couldn’t even see them, anyway. It was your face I had in my mind the whole time. That pep talk you gave me in the dressing room? You’re the one who gives me confidence.”

He averts his eyes. “Cole …”

“I don’t know when it’ll happen, but someday, you’ll let go of that audition nightmare. It won’t haunt you anymore. You have to make the choice to let it go, or fight it, or forgive yourself, or turn it from something that crushed you into something that made you. Have you ever asked Tamika about it? I bet the last thing she’d say is how scared you looked. She'd probably tell you how courageous you were to get up on that stage in the first place.”

“You think …?” he asks halfheartedly, still gazing away.

I touch his face, stroking his cheek. “Babe, I think you’re one of the most courageous people I’ve known. The people in that high school auditorium in your brain, they don’t matter. Just like all the people who will fill that pavilion in a couple of days don’t matter to me. You’re my inspiration, every second I’m on that stage. You are the only person who matters.”

He stares back. I want to say his eyes look happy, but I can’t help noticing the same persistent edge in them. Is my pep talk not helping at all? Is he still affected by my stage fright earlier in the dressing room when I could barely button my shirt?



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