broad-shouldered man in a dim corner of the room. She squinted and tipped her head to take a better look. Though she'd only met him today, she was almost certain that it was Sam sitting there. As the lights glimmered, revealing gold and red highlights on his shining head of hair, she felt her chest tighten. It had to be him.
She turned on her heel and got back onto the stage. She turned to Jimmie with a strained expression. "Do one, Jimmie." She suggested briskly. "I need a quick minute out."
"Okay," Jimmie agreed worriedly.
Without thinking about how it might look, she jetted off the stage and into the restroom. She locked herself in a stall and put her head against the cool metal door. She found that her hands were trembling and dripping nervous sweat. "What in the world is the matter with me?" She snapped. "And what in the world is he doing here?"
Nobody answered either question, and Callie sighed. A bad word slipped out. A thought began to form in her mind, and Callie bit back a smile. There was one sure way to scare Samuel away. This was not going to be any problem. Not only could she rid herself of Sam, she could easily ensure that she would never have to sing in his tent again!
She sauntered back onto stage, a sultry smile on her lips. The boys were just finishing Jimmie's song. She stepped into the lights and tipped back her head, so that the light clearly fell onto her high cheekbones and her taunting smile. "And now," she said in a low, sexy voice, "I’ve got a love song to sing, and tonight I am a woman who means business."
There was a second of silence. Nobody who had ever seen Callie entertain before, had seen her present herself in this way. Then a series of wolf whistles seared her ears. She took Dalton’s Stetson off his head, settled it on her hair and pulled it down in a very business-like way, and let her long legs do some talking as she went back onto the dance floor and took a seat on a bale of hay that had been put against the stage for decoration.
The spotlight found her and adjusted. With her long, silky hair curling against her waist, and her long, slim legs, she made a very tempting picture. She sang the sexiest song she could think of, and she did it in the most sultry manner she knew how to achieve. Apparently, it was very effective, if the response from the male portion of her audience was any indicator.
Near the end of the song, she stood and walked to the center of the floor, still singing like a siren. As she repeated the last line of the song, she let a bit of a growl roll out of her throat. "I said I want you, baby, and nobody else is gonna do ..." she let her voice trail off into a whisper, then she finished in a very deliberate, suggestive way, "what I can do … to you."
She turned, her skirt swirling and revealing a shapely thigh. She walked back to the stage as the crowd made a deafening noise. When she turned back to face them and picked up her guitar, she smiled and felt a shyness steal over her features. She couldn't help it. What she had done, she had certainly never done before, and it made her feel acutely exposed. Actually, to be honest, she was embarrassed. She put Dalton’s hat back on him.
"All right, boys, let's hit some Western swing with 'Down Josie's Way'!" She growled, and then did a four count that couldn't be argued with. Sean clicked his sticks and hit it hard. Callie lost herself in the song, and gave her all. She knew that if she just kept her nose to the grind stone and worked hard, she could forget that Samuel was out there; she could forget that she had made a fool of herself; she could forget her embarrassment and shame. But she was only a little bit successful. She prayed to heaven that he'd be gone when she looked up again. And she certainly put off
She turned on her heel and got back onto the stage. She turned to Jimmie with a strained expression. "Do one, Jimmie." She suggested briskly. "I need a quick minute out."
"Okay," Jimmie agreed worriedly.
Without thinking about how it might look, she jetted off the stage and into the restroom. She locked herself in a stall and put her head against the cool metal door. She found that her hands were trembling and dripping nervous sweat. "What in the world is the matter with me?" She snapped. "And what in the world is he doing here?"
Nobody answered either question, and Callie sighed. A bad word slipped out. A thought began to form in her mind, and Callie bit back a smile. There was one sure way to scare Samuel away. This was not going to be any problem. Not only could she rid herself of Sam, she could easily ensure that she would never have to sing in his tent again!
She sauntered back onto stage, a sultry smile on her lips. The boys were just finishing Jimmie's song. She stepped into the lights and tipped back her head, so that the light clearly fell onto her high cheekbones and her taunting smile. "And now," she said in a low, sexy voice, "I’ve got a love song to sing, and tonight I am a woman who means business."
There was a second of silence. Nobody who had ever seen Callie entertain before, had seen her present herself in this way. Then a series of wolf whistles seared her ears. She took Dalton’s Stetson off his head, settled it on her hair and pulled it down in a very business-like way, and let her long legs do some talking as she went back onto the dance floor and took a seat on a bale of hay that had been put against the stage for decoration.
The spotlight found her and adjusted. With her long, silky hair curling against her waist, and her long, slim legs, she made a very tempting picture. She sang the sexiest song she could think of, and she did it in the most sultry manner she knew how to achieve. Apparently, it was very effective, if the response from the male portion of her audience was any indicator.
Near the end of the song, she stood and walked to the center of the floor, still singing like a siren. As she repeated the last line of the song, she let a bit of a growl roll out of her throat. "I said I want you, baby, and nobody else is gonna do ..." she let her voice trail off into a whisper, then she finished in a very deliberate, suggestive way, "what I can do … to you."
She turned, her skirt swirling and revealing a shapely thigh. She walked back to the stage as the crowd made a deafening noise. When she turned back to face them and picked up her guitar, she smiled and felt a shyness steal over her features. She couldn't help it. What she had done, she had certainly never done before, and it made her feel acutely exposed. Actually, to be honest, she was embarrassed. She put Dalton’s hat back on him.
"All right, boys, let's hit some Western swing with 'Down Josie's Way'!" She growled, and then did a four count that couldn't be argued with. Sean clicked his sticks and hit it hard. Callie lost herself in the song, and gave her all. She knew that if she just kept her nose to the grind stone and worked hard, she could forget that Samuel was out there; she could forget that she had made a fool of herself; she could forget her embarrassment and shame. But she was only a little bit successful. She prayed to heaven that he'd be gone when she looked up again. And she certainly put off
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