the cat to her face. "Don't
tell me you're already fighting over a girl."
"Stay out of this, Josie," Miles warned.
"This is going to be an agonizingly long trip if we're
going to have to hear you two go at it every time you
see a pretty face. Trust me, there'll be plenty more at
the next stop."
For all of them. Including Brock, she thought, a sinking feeling dragging her mood even lower than it had
been in the store.
"He's just sore, is all."
"Your cat got hair all over my black jacket," Roy
said, ignoring his argument and Miles' comment. He
picked up the jacket and thrust it at Josie.
"I'm sorry. I should have kept him in the crate while I was in the store," she said, heat creeping up her
cheeks. "Dexter doesn't know his boundaries yet."
Roy laughed wryly. "Yeah, I guess none of us do."
He started toward the front of the bus and Josie called
after him.
"I'll take care of the cat hair, Roy. I promise it won't
happen again."
Roy waved a hand back at her. "Yeah, whatever."
She eyed Dexter, pulling up his face gently with her
hand so she could look at him. "You're going to get us
both thrown off this bus. You know better than to nap
on someone else's bunk," she crooned. "I don't want to
have to keep you kenneled in Nashville for the whole
month until we can find someplace permanent."
Since the tailor finished Brock's new clothes faster
than expected, they all ordered Chinese takeout for dinner. The rest of the band climbed aboard the bus and
even though Will insisted they were ahead of schedule,
he still wanted to get on the road. Unlike the first leg of
their trip, the atmosphere on the bus had become
strained while they dished out their food.
"What's chewing them?" Brock asked quietly, taking
the seat opposite her at the dining table.
Josie took a sip of her soda. "Girl troubles."
Brock laughed. "That didn't take long."
Josie stared at him. Maybe she didn't find it as amusing as Brock because she herself felt some turmoil about
what was happening between them. And she didn't
really want anything to be happening between them that
didn't have to do with her job as a sound engineer.
But it was undeniably there. Like right now as
Brock's eyes lifted to hers from across the table. In his
eyes, she saw the kiss, and Lord help her, she could feel
it all over again.
The brief kiss they'd shared earlier had started
something. No doubt about that. But if she was going to
be honest with herself, then she had to at least admit
there'd been something brewing right from the start,
from the moment Brock had walked through the DB
Sound Studio doors.
But it had to end here and now.
"Listen," she started, glancing around to make sure
no one was focusing his attention on the two of them.
She took his hand from across the table. "About what
happened earlier today."
Brock's smile was immediate and the light in his
eyes burst to life, making her heart flutter.
"It was really nice."
Josie couldn't deny that. Brock Gentry certainly
wasn't the first man she'd ever kissed, but there was
something about kissing him, his strength, and the way
he made her head spin that had made her think it would
be just fine if he were the last man she ever kissed.
"I could get used to having you in my arms like that."
She could get used to being held in his arms, feeling
things she hadn't allowed herself to feel for any man in
a long time. Closing her eyes to the images flooding her
mind, she sighed.
"I hope you don't take this personally, but I meant
what I said earlier. I don't want us to get involved with
each other."
Some of the sparkle vanished from his eyes. "I
thought we went through that already."
She nodded, pulled her hand away and picked up her
fork, poking at her fried rice. "We're working together
and things could get really complicated. I don't want
anything to get in the way of us working together. You
know what I mean?"
"Lots of musicians work together and have happy
tell me you're already fighting over a girl."
"Stay out of this, Josie," Miles warned.
"This is going to be an agonizingly long trip if we're
going to have to hear you two go at it every time you
see a pretty face. Trust me, there'll be plenty more at
the next stop."
For all of them. Including Brock, she thought, a sinking feeling dragging her mood even lower than it had
been in the store.
"He's just sore, is all."
"Your cat got hair all over my black jacket," Roy
said, ignoring his argument and Miles' comment. He
picked up the jacket and thrust it at Josie.
"I'm sorry. I should have kept him in the crate while I was in the store," she said, heat creeping up her
cheeks. "Dexter doesn't know his boundaries yet."
Roy laughed wryly. "Yeah, I guess none of us do."
He started toward the front of the bus and Josie called
after him.
"I'll take care of the cat hair, Roy. I promise it won't
happen again."
Roy waved a hand back at her. "Yeah, whatever."
She eyed Dexter, pulling up his face gently with her
hand so she could look at him. "You're going to get us
both thrown off this bus. You know better than to nap
on someone else's bunk," she crooned. "I don't want to
have to keep you kenneled in Nashville for the whole
month until we can find someplace permanent."
Since the tailor finished Brock's new clothes faster
than expected, they all ordered Chinese takeout for dinner. The rest of the band climbed aboard the bus and
even though Will insisted they were ahead of schedule,
he still wanted to get on the road. Unlike the first leg of
their trip, the atmosphere on the bus had become
strained while they dished out their food.
"What's chewing them?" Brock asked quietly, taking
the seat opposite her at the dining table.
Josie took a sip of her soda. "Girl troubles."
Brock laughed. "That didn't take long."
Josie stared at him. Maybe she didn't find it as amusing as Brock because she herself felt some turmoil about
what was happening between them. And she didn't
really want anything to be happening between them that
didn't have to do with her job as a sound engineer.
But it was undeniably there. Like right now as
Brock's eyes lifted to hers from across the table. In his
eyes, she saw the kiss, and Lord help her, she could feel
it all over again.
The brief kiss they'd shared earlier had started
something. No doubt about that. But if she was going to
be honest with herself, then she had to at least admit
there'd been something brewing right from the start,
from the moment Brock had walked through the DB
Sound Studio doors.
But it had to end here and now.
"Listen," she started, glancing around to make sure
no one was focusing his attention on the two of them.
She took his hand from across the table. "About what
happened earlier today."
Brock's smile was immediate and the light in his
eyes burst to life, making her heart flutter.
"It was really nice."
Josie couldn't deny that. Brock Gentry certainly
wasn't the first man she'd ever kissed, but there was
something about kissing him, his strength, and the way
he made her head spin that had made her think it would
be just fine if he were the last man she ever kissed.
"I could get used to having you in my arms like that."
She could get used to being held in his arms, feeling
things she hadn't allowed herself to feel for any man in
a long time. Closing her eyes to the images flooding her
mind, she sighed.
"I hope you don't take this personally, but I meant
what I said earlier. I don't want us to get involved with
each other."
Some of the sparkle vanished from his eyes. "I
thought we went through that already."
She nodded, pulled her hand away and picked up her
fork, poking at her fried rice. "We're working together
and things could get really complicated. I don't want
anything to get in the way of us working together. You
know what I mean?"
"Lots of musicians work together and have happy
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