Two Months Later
Hannah juggled the slippery plastic of the Starbucks drink she held in her hand as she used a code she hadn't used in a very long time. The June Nashville heat made condensation appear on the cup as soon as she wiped it off, but it was nothing compared to the way her palms were sweating. Her purse slipped off her shoulder, and she huffed, frustrated with herself by the way her heart was pounding at unnatural speeds.
There was no reason to be nervous. She was a Grammy winner. Going back into the studio wasn't that big of a deal. Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she glanced at her wedding ring. Garrett was supporting her the whole way; he'd sent her off this morning with EJ on his hip and breakfast in her stomach. Along with the drink she held in her hand.
