Two Weeks Later
“Hi everyone, and welcome to The Helen Carpenter Show,” Helen announced to the audience. Helen Carpenter was not only a TV host, but an actress as well. She was in her early forties with short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and had a love for designer pant suits. Her show was the most popular one on TV and Felicity thought it’d be the perfect place to make a comeback. Helen took the seat beside me, her eyes wide and full of excitement. “I have to say Miss Rivers, I’m honored you agreed to be on the show after everything that’s happened. It’s your first appearance since then, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “But I love your show. When you asked me, I couldn’t possibly turn down the chance.”
She winked at me and smiled. “Well, I appreciate that, and I’m sure our audience does as well. I know we don’t want to spend the whole show talking about what happened, but I have to know, was it scary?”
“Oh my goodness, yes,” I explained. “Everyone thought I was dead. Who in the world is going to go searching for someone who’s supposed to be dead?”
“Obviously someone did. I heard you met him when you were in protective custody. Why don’t you tell me about that?”
I burst out laughing. “Yes, that was interesting. Let me tell you, I hated him when we first met. He was nothing but a dirty cowboy who liked to give me a hard time.” Blake shook his head and grinned when I glanced at him behind the stage.
“What all did he do?” Helen asked. From the get go, I knew they wanted to know about my relationship with Blake. He was still a mystery to them.
“For starters, he made me clean the horse stalls in his barn,” I told the crowd.
They all laughed, oohing and aahing as I continued to discuss Blake, and my entire stay on his ranch. Their favorite part was when I’d brought up the boots.
“That’s right folks,” Helen exclaimed excitedly. “While I was backstage with Hadley, she showed me some pictures she took. Apparently, her new beau is trying to start a new trend. Why don’t we take a look at this?” She nodded at one of the TV producers and then a picture popped up on the screen. It was of Blake in his Mexican pointy boots. The crowd burst into laughter and a ton of them whistled. Blake’s mouth dropped when he saw it.
“Ladies, look at that handsome stud. Much different than the clean cut Blake we’ve seen the past couple of weeks,” Helen said. Another picture popped up of him in a suit, from when we were walking into a restaurant for dinner.
Blake chuckled when more of the ladies started whistling at his picture. “I have to say, I miss his cowboy hat and jeans.”
“What is with those boots though?” The picture bounced back to the one with him in the boots.
“He lost a bet. I picked them out myself.”
“Very nice,” she laughed. “So what are your plans now that you’re alive?”
Taking a deep breath, I smiled at the crowd. “I plan on singing again, but I’ll also be making some changes in my life. And one of those changes, will happen right here on this show today.” My heart started to race; especially when I looked over at Blake. He had no clue what was going on.
Felicity disappeared and then walked out onto the stage, carrying the guitar Blake gave me. His eyes went wide when he realized what was going on. “Knock ‘em dead,” she whispered, passing me the guitar.
I pulled the strap over my shoulder. “Thanks.”
Helen sat back in her chair. “So are you ready to tell the audience what the surprise is?” she asked.