Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Come on, baby,” Rachel called, pulling me into the darkened coffeehouse. “I see a table, and my feet are killing me.”
Why the fuck did she insist on wearing those damn shoes?
“Can I get you anything to drink?” a small waitress asked us. Like, really small. She was barely taller than the bistro table we were sitting at.
“Can I get a green tea, please?” Rachel asked.
“Sure! The green we’ve got is incredible. When are you due?”
“Not for a while.”
“Well, congratulations!”
“Black coffee,” I ordered when the friendly waitress finally looked my way. Her smile fell, and I realized my words had come out shorter than I’d intended.
“Sure thing!” she chirped with a tight smile before walking away.
“Seriously, Shane?” Rachel growled in annoyance.
“What?” I knew exactly what. I’d been a jackass, but I wasn’t about to explain that the crowded coffeehouse was making me sweat. People were laughing loudly, jostling and bumping into each other around the room, and I couldn’t see the exits from where we sat.
“Hey, San Diego,” a familiar voice called out over the speakers. “How you guys doing tonight?”
The room filled with cheers, and Rachel’s face lit up as she looked past me toward the stage.
“Aren’t you sweet?” Kate rasped with a short chuckle. “I dig you guys, too.”
The crowd grew even louder, and my shoulders tightened in response.
“There’s a coffee can being passed around, who’s got it?” She paused. “Okay, Lola’s got it now—back there in the purple shirt with the Mohawk. When you get it, add a couple dollars, if you can, and pass it on.”
The crowd clapped, and Kate chuckled again over the sound system. “I better get started before you guys riot.”
I still hadn’t turned to look at her. Frankly, I didn’t want to embarrass her if she sucked. I didn’t—
The clear notes of a single guitar came through the speakers, and I froze as the entire room went silent. Completely silent. Even the baristas behind the counter stopped what they were doing to watch the stage as Kate began to sing.
Holy shit. My head whipped around, and I felt like I’d taken a cheap shot to the chest.
Her voice was raspy and full-bodied, and she was cradling her guitar like a baby that she’d held every day of her entire life. She was completely comfortable up there, tapping her foot and smiling at different people in the crowd as they began to sing along with her.
It was incredible. She was incredible. I couldn’t look away. This wasn’t some silly idea she’d had on the spur of the moment. She knew exactly what she was doing, and these kids knew her. They freaking loved her.
And she looked gorgeous.
Shit.
Her hair was rolled up on the sides in something Rachel had attempted a few times. I think they were called victory rolls? I’m pretty sure that’s what Rach had called them when she couldn’t figure them out. Her skin was smooth, and she wore deep-pink lipstick that made her teeth bright white under the spotlight. She was wearing a T-shirt that hung off her shoulder and ripped jeans that were so tight, I wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to sit down.
I blinked slowly, and she was still there.
“I tried to tell you she was good,” Rachel said smugly from my side.
“Did she write that song?” I asked, turning to look at my wife.
“Babe, seriously? It’s a Taylor Swift song.”
“Oh.”
“This one’s a Kenny Chesney song.”
“I know this one,” I murmured, looking back toward the stage. “Does she only sing country?”
“Hell no. It’s mostly other stuff, but it’s usually got a theme. Tonight is obviously about kids…teenagers, since the donations are going to some stop-bullying charity.”
I nodded, but my eyes were on the stage again as Kate danced a little in her seat, tapping out the beat of the new song on the front of her guitar. Had Kate been bullied? I didn’t remember anything like that, but like I’d told Rachel, I’d only stayed with Kate’s aunt and uncle for a little over a year before I left for boot camp. Maybe I’d missed it. The thought made me grind my teeth in anger.
Kate pursed her bright lips then, blowing a kiss with a wink for the crowd.
My breath caught.
Jesus Christ.
I pushed my seat back from the table and grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulling her over to sit on my lap.
“What are you doing?” she whispered with a laugh.
“If I’ve gotta stay here, I’m getting some perks.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in and kissed her hard, ignoring the lipstick I could feel smearing over my lips. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt her nails dig into my shoulder as she tilted her head for a better angle. God, kissing her still felt as good as it had the first time I’d done it. I hadn’t known that loving someone so much was even possible before I’d met her.