Chapter 12 Raelynn

• Raelynn arrived at the studio just before noon. The space was tucked into a quieter stretch of Music Row—nothing flashy, just brick walls and blacked-out windows—but it had a certain kind of reverence about it. She could feel the sweetened touch of creativity inside, like the walls themselves remembered every note that had been recorded there. It was intimidating. And exciting.
• Inside, Brad Kingston stood behind the glass of the control booth, talking to a technician. His posture was relaxed, but the way he moved—ever so gallant, a self-assured air of masculinity in his carriage betrayed the weight he carried in the industry. A man used to being obeyed, listened to. Followed.
• Raelynn took a breath and stepped in.