Part 1 (1/2)
Treading Water.
Coming Home.
Marie Force.
For all the readers who asked me to finish Reid and Kate's story, this is for you.
Chapter 1.
The darkness came faster this time, too fast to prepare before it was upon her. Bright lights, the roar of the crowd, the band behind her... One minute, Kate Harrington was in the middle of a show. The next minute, she was in an ambulance being rushed-again-to the emergency room. This was the third time she'd pa.s.sed out since a bout of pneumonia had weakened her, but it was the first time she'd done it on a stage in front of twenty thousand screaming fans.
As the paramedics started an IV and put an oxygen mask over her face, her sister Jill watched the proceedings with big, frightened eyes.
Kate couldn't remember where they were. There'd been so many cities, so many hotels, so many venues, so many crowds over the last ten years that they'd begun to blend together into a panoramic muddle of images. When she thought about the media coverage this incident would garner, she held back a groan.
The paparazzi followed her every move like a band of rabid dogs. Pa.s.sing out in the middle of a concert would make for a big story.
She pushed the mask aside. ”Call Mom and Dad so they don't hear it on the news,” she said to her sister, who doubled as her manager and attorney.
”Okay,” Jill said, pulling out the phone they called her Siamese twin because she was permanently attached to it.
As the ambulance sped through the night in the city she couldn't remember, Kate could only imagine what they'd say this time. She'd been accused of everything under the sun, from cocaine addiction to secret pregnancies to mistreating her staff. Nothing was off-limits. No lie was too big or too preposterous. Such was life in the celebrity fishbowl.
Though she'd gone looking for a career in country music, her ”crossover” appeal had made her a huge star-much bigger than she'd ever hoped or wanted to be. She'd sold more records in the last decade than any other female performer in the world, and along with that success came rabid interest in her every move.
The speculation about her personal life had been worse than ever since pneumonia forced her to cancel two weeks of shows, which was why she'd resumed the tour so soon, hoping to put an end to the vicious rumors. They'd said she was back in rehab, drying out from years of drug abuse. Her plan to go back to work and shut down the rumors had been working well until she pa.s.sed out on stage. Now the gossip would be worse than ever.
If it hadn't been such a nuisance to deal with, the buzz would've amused her. She was, without a doubt, the most boring celebrity in the history of celebrities. She never went anywhere that didn't involve work. After a few spectacularly public romances fizzled, she'd sworn off men, especially well-known men. When she wasn't working, she holed up at her farm in Tennessee with her horses, her family and her close friends-few as they were.
Of course, boring didn't sell magazines, so they made up most of what they said about her. To the outside world, she was just another pill-popping, dope-snorting, pampered princess who'd had too much success far too soon. The people closest to her knew the truth, but sometimes she suspected even her own family wondered if any of the rumors were true.
They arrived at the hospital, and as they whisked her inside, she heard someone mention Oklahoma City and remembered arriving at the hotel suite with Jill and the sound check at the Chesapeake Energy Arena. She recalled asking Jill if they could tour the memorial at the Murrah building, and Jill saying they didn't have time to arrange the security she'd require for such an outing. Kate had been to every major city in America and countless others overseas, but she'd rarely gotten to see anything while she was there. She was always too busy working-or too insulated by the security required to go anywhere.
This late-fall tour had been the idea of her mentor, friend, producer and fellow superstar, Buddy Longstreet. He and his record company, Long Road Records, had made her a star, and there wasn't much she wouldn't do for Buddy when he asked for a favor. That was how she found herself coming off a summer tour and heading right into a second tour that was due to wrap up on New Year's Eve at Carnegie Hall.
Since she could barely lift her head at the moment, the idea of performing at Carnegie Hall in a few weeks seemed as daunting as climbing Mount Everest. Her chest hurt, her eyes were so heavy she could barely keep them open, and she felt like she could sleep for a year.
The piercing pain of another needle being jammed into her hand forced her eyes open as a team of doctors and nurses swooped in on her. Outside the cubicle, she saw Jill on the phone, pacing back and forth in the sky-high heels and power suit that was her uniform. As she rarely saw her sister dressed in anything else, Kate liked to tease her about sleeping in a suit.
Truth be told, she didn't know what she'd do without Jill to manage all the details, to hammer out the contracts, to fight the battles and manage the team that made it happen. Thanks to Jill, all Kate had to do was show up and sing. Worries that her sister was sacrificing her own life to run hers was something that nagged at Kate more often than she'd care to admit. But since existing without Jill at her right hand was unimaginable, Kate stayed mum on the subject, and Jill certainly never complained.
She worked like a dog and collected the big salary Kate paid her, but Kate wondered if she ever spent a dime on anything other than suits and heels and the latest and greatest in smartphone technology. The sisters were never home long enough to spend any of the money they'd made over the years.
As she watched her beloved older sister swipe at a tear, Kate reached her breaking point. Jill didn't cry. Ever. Jill was a pillar of strength and fort.i.tude. The pressure was getting to them both, and it was time to step off the treadmill for a while.
The medication they were pumping into her made Kate's tongue feel too big for her mouth, but her thoughts were clear. Enough was enough. Images of the huge log-cabin-style house she'd built five years ago on her sprawling estate in Hendersonville, Tennessee drifted through her mind, making her yearn for home.
Kate must've dozed off, because when she awoke, she was in a darkened room. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and saw Jill standing at the window, staring out into the darkness.
”Hey,” Kate said.
Jill spun around to face her. ”You're awake.”
”How long have I been asleep?”
”A couple of hours. They admitted you because you're dehydrated. That's why you pa.s.sed out.”
”I'm really thirsty.”
Jill helped her to take a few sips from a cup of ice water on the table.
”Where are we?”
”St. Anthony's Hospital.”
”Is the press going crazy?”
Jill shrugged. ”I haven't looked.”
”Yes, you have,” Kate said with a small smile. ”Don't lie to me.”
”They're flipping out, as usual where you're concerned. This time they're saying it was a combination of pills and booze.”
”I wish I had half as much fun as they think I do.”
”I wish both of us did.”
”It's probably high time we had some fun, don't you think? Let's stop the madness and go home.”
Jill's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. ”What're you saying?”
”I've had enough, Jill. We've been everywhere, done everything, made a fortune. Now it's time to live a little. How many nights have you spent in your place since it was finished?” Kate had given Jill three acres of property and a ”gift certificate” good for the house of her choice. After her initial reluctance to accept such an extravagant gift, the house had been built to Jill's exacting specifications.
”I don't know. A month, maybe two?”
”And it's been done for a year. That's ridiculous. What're we trying to prove? Who're we trying to prove it to?”
”You have contracts, Kate. Obligations. Buddy will freak if you bail on the tour.”
”I can get a note from my doctor,” she said with a playful smile.
”You're apt to be sued. It's no joke.”
”I'm not joking. Let them sue me. I need a break. A real break. I want months at home. I want the family in Tennessee for Christmas. I want to see Mom, Dad, Andi, Aidan, the boys and Maggie and spend real time with them, not twenty-four rushed hours between tour stops. Don't you want that, too?”