“Sorry. Everything’s fine. Just a little tense about our meeting with you guys tomorrow.” By our meeting, he meant himself and David Bryson. He was definitely fighting the same demons.
I opened the door to my apartment and headed right for the wine rack. Sobriety had taken up enough of my time today. Bo thumped heavily on the couch.
“Do you want beer or wine?” I hollered from the kitchen.
“God. Beer please,” he exaggerated with a hint of a smile in his voice. He was staring to relax, but I could tell this would be a two-beer kind of conversation.
“You’re in luck. I’ve got a ‘Whale’s Tale Pale Ale’ from Cisco’s, the brewery on Nantucket - it’s awesome.” I handed him his beer and sat down on the couch, facing him with my knees bent toward the back of the couch. I swallowed half of my wine in one gulp.
“That bad, huh?” Bo looked into my eyes. It wasn’t just at my eyes; he really got in there and scrambled things around until I no longer knew if I was feeling him or me racing through my veins.
“Not bad. Just . . . a lot. I just want to get through this meeting with David Bryson tomorrow and have you all to myself for the rest of the week. Am I crazy? I feel a little crazy. You’re in the house of a crazy person.” I rushed to the kitchen to retrieve more beer and wine.
“You’re not crazy, Ember. Don’t you realize what you do to me? Ha! You know . . .” He smiled as I returned with our refreshed drinks, “the second we sang that verse of “Heaven When We’re Home,” it was all I could do to not hoist you over my shoulder, hightail it out of the bar, and just drive around the country singing with you.”
The thought speared me in the knees and I could no longer stand, thankfully I arrived at the couch.
“Are you kidding? God, you’re a lot more ‘by-the-seat-of-your-pants’ than I am.” Guitar cases, hotel rooms, stages, and harmonizing with Bo filled all available space in my brain.
“Are you saying you’d object to taking that voice of yours and sharing it with all of humanity? You want to keep all of it for yourself?” He seemed comically flabbergasted.
“Well, myself and you.” We wouldn’t be talking about work anymore tonight, so I let my already weakening guard completely down.
“Ember I can’t tell you how many times over the past four years I’ve wanted to just take my guitar and go. . .” His eyes were now clouded with a different stress.
“Bo, I hate to bring this up, but the first time you came here - with Monica and Josh - you said you haven’t seen your sister in years; then two days later I find out you started a non-profit with her.” That detail nagged my brain for days.
“I was wondering when you’d call me on that. When I first met you guys it was easier, I didn’t have to get into it. I didn’t have to say that she was a recovering drug addict, and my parents died in the middle of founding an organization based on helping kids like her, and so on. She was really screwed up, Ember . . .” His eyes welled with tears as he looked to the floor.
Wordlessly, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gave him the tightest hug I’d ever given anyone. He slumped forward and pressed his forehead to my bare shoulder. I was overtaken by his vulnerability.
The wetness I felt on my shoulder was the only indication he was crying. Crying. Girls make a production out of this; we let the whole world know with wails, throwing things, and we even stare at ourselves in the mirror while doing it. In front of me sat a gorgeous, hurt man who felt comfortable crying in front of me, and I froze.
Why does having someone cry in front of you feel more intimate and revealing than having sex with them? He sat there for just a minute, and I gave him the silence I assumed he needed. I rested my chin on the top of his head and felt him breathe deeper. I didn’t let on that I knew he was crying, because I wasn’t sure how much of the Y-chromosome he carried with him at all times; I didn’t want to embarrass him. Finally, he looked up with dry eyes and a puff-free face that eludes every woman on the planet. He looked in to my eyes, and when he opened his mouth to speak I closed it with a kiss.
“Jeeeeesuusss…” Bo exhaled when I released his lips from mine, “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve just had to tell Rachel’s and my parents’ story so much this week that I guess it finally caught up to me. Do you want to run and scream?” His sheepish grin sucked the heavy from the room.
“No, we’re in my apartment - I’d have to kick you out first.” I smiled back when he laughed.
Quietly, an idea tiptoed into my brain that was so specific, I looked over my shoulder to see if my parents snuck in and had whispered it into my ear. Noting my confused look, Bo sat up.
“What?” He asked.
“Um . . .” I couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth, “could you show me how to play something…on the guitar?” What the hell?
“Ha, are you serious Miss ‘I never took to an instrument but my voice is my instrument’?” he mocked.
“Don’t make fun of me!” I laughed as my face heated.
“I’m just kidding. Let me go get my guitar.”
Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)
Andrea Randall's books
- Tender Mercies
- Written in My Own Heart's Blood (Outlander)
- Forgotten Promises (The Promises Series Book 2)
- Just Listen
- Bed of Roses
- Son Of The Morning
- Cover Of Night
- Affairs of State
- A Profiler's Case for Seduction
- Because of Rebecca
- Conflict of Interest
- Eclipse of the Heart
- Flames of Attraction
- Illusions of Love
- Keeper of the Moon
- Keeper of the Shadows
- Legacy of Love
- Love Proof (Laws of Attraction)
- Miles of Pleasure
- Of One Heart
- Off Limits
- Off Sides
- Out of the Dark (The Brethren Series)
- Out of the Depths
- Pool of Crimson
- Prince of Wolves
- Rules of Entanglement
- Shadow of My Heart
- Sins of a Ruthless Rogue
- Something of a Kind
- Son of a Preacher Man
- Taste of Desire
- Taste of Love
- Translation of Love
- Web of Deception
- Words of Love
- The Lady of Bolton Hill
- The Scars of Us(Scars Series)
- Dreams of Lilacs
- House of Ivy & Sorrow
- A Question of Honor
- The Owner of His Heart
- The Heir of the Castle
- Tower of Glass
- The Last Prince of Dahaar
- Terms of Engagement
- Secrets of a Bollywood Marriage
- David Lord of Honor
- Return of the Prodigal Gilvry
- Killing Me Softly(A Broken Souls Series)
- Starting Over(Hart of Seattle)
- The Resurrection of Aubrey Mill
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- Stolen: Warriors of Hir, Book 3
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- The Law of Moses
- A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)
- Arouse: A Spiral of Bliss Novel (Book One)
- Awaken: A Spiral of Bliss Novel (Book Three)
- The Art of French Kissing
- Leo (A Sign of Love Novel)
- Echoes of Scotland Street
- Jesus Freaks: Sins of the Father
- Stinger (A Sign of Love Novel)
- The Song of David
- The House of the Stone
- Ashes of Honor: An October Daye Novel
- The Weight of Feathers
- Her Perfect Match
- Hollow (Perfect Little Pieces)
- Mr. Imperfect
- Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest)
- Picture Imperfect
- The Perfect Bride
- Twisted Perfection
- A Perfect Life: A Novel
- Present Perfect
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- Texas Blue
- A Different Blue
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