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I trade it for the one I brought, then turn with my mind on slinking back to the door.
I can’t make my escape, though.
Not yet.
Because now I hear a man singing… and it sounds an awful lot like Jack.
I freeze, totally captivated.
The guy I dated in college, Sully, never sang. We were together for four years, and the most vulnerability he showed was when he occasionally teared up during movies. But he quickly swiped those tears away.
And after that, my next serious relationship was with the dreaded, deceptive Derek.
He definitely didn’t sing. He was so buttoned up, so tightly wound, he barely laughed.
So, this… this is very new to me.
Jack’s deep, rich, totally manly voice dips and soars over a wide range of notes.
He’s really into the song, whatever it is. I perk my ears.
It sounds… poppy.
Like something I’ve heard on the radio recently.
Oh, my goodness… is he?—?
He is.
He’s belting out a Taylor Swift song—like, at the top of his lungs.
I really need to leave.
The door to the outside is still propped open. There are only eight feet of bamboo flooring I would have to cross. A few quick steps, and I would be out of here, and he’d never know I heard him.
But my heart has melted into a gooey puddle of honey right here by the couch.
I really can’t remember why I needed my laptop.
Email…? What email?
Who cares about that?
My world has been reduced to a white couch, a stretch of floor that contains a turquoise runner rug. That rug leads down a hallway… and that’s where the singing is coming from, along with the sounds of water raining down into a shower stall.
A door halfway down the hall opens up.
Steam billows out.
He’s still singing. He steps out into the cloud of steam, working with his fingers to fasten a towel around his waist.
That’s all he’s in. A towel.
He gets the terry cloth tucked in just so and then looks out toward the sitting room...
And the singing stops.
Of course. I mean, now he knows he has an audience. Jack has confidence up to his ears, but nobody is so confident that they can belt out pop princess lyrics in the presence of company—while wearing only a towel. Right?
