Ashley - Music of the Soul

Music of the Soul

Copyright 2013 by Katie Ashley

Formatting by Cris Soriaga | BookMarked! Designs

Edited by Marrion Archer | Making Manuscripts

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To Cris Hadarly thanks for loving Jake and Abby as much as I do. Youre the tiniest person yet greatest cheerleader I have! Thanks for supporting me and my books. Love you hard, girlie!!!

First and foremost thanks goes to God for all of his amazing blessing in my life the past year.

To my readers : I cannot thank you enough for your support and your love of my books. You are the most amazing blessing I have had in this business. Big, big hugs and love from me!

To Marion Archer editor and plot magician extraordinaireI couldnt make it without you. You bring so much to my books and make me a better writer and story-teller.

To Marilyn Medina : Your eagle eyes know no bounds, and Im so thankful for getting to work with you, as well as your friendship. Golden Girls 4-Ever!

To Kim Bias : I cant thank you enough for talking me down from the ledge as well as making my books the best they can be. Thanks for the plot/blurb sessions. You do rock my socks!

To Shannon Furhman, Tammara Debbaut, Jen Gerchick, Jen Oreto, and Brandi Money : Thank you so much for being my sluts and working so hard to promote and support me. I cant tell you how much I appreciate it.

To my street team, Ashleys Angels , thank you so much for your support of me and my books.

To Raine Miller and RK Lilley : SCOLS 4-EVER! Thanks for your unfailing love and support in all areas personally and professionally. I couldnt ask for better friends and travel partners!

To the ladies of the Hot Ones: Karen Lawson, Amy Lineaweaver, Marion Archer, and Merci Arellano , thank you all for the laughter, the friendship, and the support. Youre all amazing!!

I ducked my head under one of the low hanging oak trees as my feet crunched along the gravel pathway. The ache in my chest grew as I made the familiar pilgrimage through the garden of multicolored stones. Cool Springs Memorial Park was the last place on earth I wanted to be today, but my heart drove me there.

Close to the duck pond and beneath a massive oak tree was my mothers final resting place. Hey Mama, I murmured, as I crouched down onto my knees on the grassy earth. The only reply I received was a few tweets from the birds nestled in the tree above me. Brought you some flowers. Although the sun had yet to fade the bouquet of silk lilies on her headstone, I had still brought new ones. A smile crept on my lips as I went about replacing the flowers. I could almost hear her chiding me while a perfect picture of her with her hand on hip while wagging a finger at me formed in my mind. Jacob Ethan Slater, why on earth would you bring me new flowers when the ones Ive got are perfectly good? Didnt I teach you a thing about managing finances?

There. That looks better, doesnt it? Cocking my head, I surmised the deep reds, oranges, and purples of the silk flower arrangement that I had just placed in the bronze vase on her marker. Hope you like the fall flowers. Abby picked them out. Of course, if she was with me, she would know exactly how to reshape them and all, but I have no freakin clue.

Although I felt like a tool doing it, I always spoke aloud to her when I came to visit her grave. It wasnt like I thought she could hear meit was all part of my grief counseling. After her death when I had gone into a dark place, I had balked at seeing any professional therapists. I didnt feel right sharing my deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings with a stranger. So Abby had volunteered her mothers services. As the wife of a minister, Laura was used to consoling people. At times, I still felt guarded talking to her. She was the one who had given me the idea to talk to Mama to get my feelings out.

Rising to my feet, I wiped my dirty hands on my jeans. I wont be back for a few weeks, but Papa is going to check in on you. You know, make sure your flowers are okay if it comes up a bad cloud, as he would say. Grinning at the thought of my grandfather and his Southern euphemisms, I brushed the back of my hand over my face. Abby and I are leaving tomorrow for Mexicowere getting married on some private beach there. I cant even begin to understand what she has planned. Im just keeping my mouth shut and going along for the ride. Shaking my head, I smiled when I thought of how the office in my old housenow mine and Abbyshad been transformed into wedding planning central.

Gazing down at the marker, I sighed. I know youd be disappointed I wasnt getting married in a church, Mama. Trust me, Abbys parents totally flipped out that we werent getting married at her dads church. But this island is beautiful, and it gives us privacy from the paparazzi. Well have the whole place to ourselves for a weekthey only bring meals and do housekeeping when you call, and then they come by private boat. After the last few months of touring, Im stoked as hell to have all that time alone with Abby.

I knew I was rattling on now to try and steady my out-of-control emotions, but somehow in some small way, it helped. A breeze rippled my clothing, and I shifted on my feet, fighting the tears that burned my eyes. Id give anything in the world if you could be there, Mamafor you to be sitting there in the first row wearing a beautiful dress. I shook my head and then wiped my eyes. I brought my fingers to my lips and kissed them. Then I reached down to touch her marker. I love you as high as the sky, I murmured. With the familiar ache of grief burning in my chest, I turned and started making my way back to the truck.

It was hard to believe that almost two years had passed since my mothers death. Sometimes it seemed like forever since I had seen her smile, held her in my arms, and kissed her cheek. Then other times, her memory was so strong that it was like I expected to turn a corner in the house and see her there. Through the dark cloud of grief, I hadnt been the easiest person to be around or to love. Those first few months I drank too much, slept too much and generally acted like an asshole too much. But somehow Abby held on and wouldnt let go. Having proposed to her so many months ago, I couldnt wait to make her my wife.