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273 pages, Hardcover
First published July 16, 2013
"I started the night thinking that way, Sam, but now... don't you want to try to work this out?" [their relationship]
"Are you going to ask your family to try to get an in for our band?"
"No."
"Then we can't be together."
Fantasy : Nashville Stardom
Reality : Bad costumes and a grabby Elvis wanna-be.
His eyes shifted to me. I never forgot how handsome he was, but when he looked straight at me, his brown eyes fringed with long, dark lashes gave me a shock. A boy should not be this handsome when a girl wanted to desperately to keep her boots on the ground.
"Do you want me to take you home now?" he asked in his husky voice, barely above a whisper.
I licked my lips. "What are my other choices?"
His intense gaze never left me as he asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?" His normally expressive mouth quirked into the smallest smile. He'd worn the same look that afternoon when he held open the door of Borders for me. I had something he wanted. He was going to convince me to give it to him for free.
I didn't want to feel like he's gotten the better of me. There was something about his question that put the responsibility for kissing on me, not him. But even with that smug look on his face, he was so handsome with the dim glow of the parking deck lights shining in his dark waves and glinting in his friendly eyes. The responsibility was only a little one, negligible, casual, like picking up a lipstick at the drugstore.
I said, "Yes."
Back onstage and about ten songs in, I thought we must be nearing the end of our night. I didn't want to stop. Sensing my sadness, maybe, or reacting to his own, Sam announced a slow song that hadn't been on the playlist, then looked pointedly at Charlotte and Ace to make sure they'd heard him. He looked at me.
From under the shadow of his cowboy hat, his dark eyes lingered on me a little too long for this to be a signal between bandmates. He was asking me if I was having the best night of my life.
I mouthed, "Yes."
My granddad's house was south of downtown, near Music Row, a quiet neighborhood where all the major record company offices were nestled. He lived so close to them, in fact, that some days this week I'd thought I could smell the smoke from the shriveled souls and dashed dreams burning in the record companies incinerators out back, wafting a few streets over on the morning breeze.
"We're a dance band, a crazy party band, emo with a side of redneck."