Chapter 18: Noah's Call to His Mother

Noah settled at the desk in what he assumed was an office. He didn't need one, but he liked the idea of one. This room had a large oak desk on which he could set his laptop. He did most of his songwriting with pen, paper, and his guitar, but sometimes he jotted notes.

He paid his bills and did any telecalls from his laptop in his office at home.

Bookshelves lined one wall. A globe sat on a round wooden table. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto an orchard. Noah liked the space and had to give his agent kudos for picking this place. He'd given the man a set of instructions and he'd followed them well.

Noah wasn't sure how he was going to broach the subject of Hailey with his mother, but he needed to do it sooner rather than later. He didn't want her to see that picture and hear the conjecture about his relationship with Hailey.

She deserved to hear it from him. Even if it wasn't real.

He loved his mother and she'd be happy that he was dating. Why was he nervous then? Becau