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It would be the first time she’d set foot on the stage since before… then. She took a deep breath. This was good for her, she knew that. She also knew that Presley wouldn’t let her fail. His voice knew hers enough by now to compensate if she faltered.
Not that she was planning on faltering.
“Okay. That sounds good.”
Marley’s smile was huge. “Excellent. I’ll call them and confirm. Any night next week that you can’t make rehearsal?”
“I work a little late on Wednesdays. But I’m finished by seven so I could always head straight there.”
“I’ll send out a schedule.” Marley ran his hands through his hair. He had a mole on his cheek where Presley didn’t.
“Can I come to the gig?” Delilah asked, looking excited.
“No.” That was Presley. She looked up at him and his eyes were trained on her face. The intensity of his stare made her jolt.
“Why not?” Delilah frowned.
“Because it’s in a bar and you’re about fifteen years to young to go inside. Plus Granny already said you can stay over at hers that night.”
“I can?” Delilah clapped her hands together. “Can we have pizza?”
“That’s up to Granny.”
“That’s a yes then,” Sabrina said, and they all laughed.
“Daddy, can I have a muffin?” Delilah asked.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
“Will you come with me?” She turned to look at Cassie, who couldn’t say no to her adorable expression.
“Sure.” She stood. “I was getting kind of hungry myself.”
Her gaze hit Presley’s again, but he was just so impossible to read. She’d thought she was closed off, but it was nothing compared to him.
Moody, sexy, tattooed. And probably the best kisser she’d ever met.
No wonder every time she looked at him her body clenched.
“Come on then,” Delilah said. “Before all the good ones are gone.”
It was getting late. Somebody had lit the fire, and all the younger generation had gathered around it. Pres’ mom had taken Delilah home despite his protests, telling him he needed to stay and spend some time with people his own age.
He didn’t bother pointing out that Marley was almost exactly his own age, and he spent a hell of a lot of time with him. Because he knew his mom well. She was sweet to everybody, but inside there was steel and she wasn’t afraid to show it.
If she’d decided on something, you did it. No questions.
Cassie was talking to Marley, the two of them laughing. They’d built up this easy going relationship which he liked. Envied, even. Because whatever was going on between him and her, it was definitely not easy-going.
It was sharp. And dark. And needy as fuck. Their eyes kept meeting all night and all he could think about was the way she’d opened herself up to him after finding Delilah’s giraffe.
The way he’d wanted to bury himself inside of her until she forgot her own name.
And that was why he wouldn’t. Why he’d keep the space between them. Relationships and him didn’t mix. He’d learned that from his marriage. And Cassie was way too sweet to be ruined by him.
Even if every muscle in his body wanted to ruin her.
He’d never met anybody who knew their body as well as she did. It was a weird thing to notice, but it was so clear in everything she did. In her smile, her movements, the way she talked. Hell, even in the way she sang.
