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“I’m sure someone else can do it.”
“But I’m asking you. I’ll repay you with an entire tray of your own.”
He sighed. “Fine.”
“Thanks.”
Troy came around the stall and used the hand sanitizer I had off the side of the table. I’d wrapped each pretzel individually to make selling them easier. We were almost out, but I’d gotten him to say yes, which was the important thing.
“So you own a garage,” he said. “Bake in your spare time, yet you find time to sing in a band?”
“I’ll always make time.”
“You’re a great singer. If you’d ever leave this town, you could make it big.”
A feeling of pride swelled inside my chest. “You think so?”
“Yeah. Your voice is incredible, and you have the look.”
“What look?”
“A rugged, ‘bad boy up to no good’ look that makes women want to change you.”
“And men?”
He snorted. “Know better than to expect any sort of change, but it’s okay because bad boys are more fun anyway.”
“Is that why you went after me in high school?”
“You were the one who went after me.”
“Not how I remember it. You kissed me that day in your living room when I was supposed to tutor you.”
“I just did that to annoy you that day.”
“And all the other times?”
“Oh my god! You made out in high school?”
Troy and I jerked around. Ashlee and her daughter stood in front of our stall. She wasn’t the only one. It seemed we’d gathered a crowd, waiting to buy pretzels.
Or they were eavesdropping. That would be more like it in this town.
“But you hated him!” Ashlee screeched.
“Mommy.” The little girl, who looked way too much like Evan, tugged at her mother’s blouse. “What’s making out?”
“Ugh, that’s my cue to go onstage.”
I got out of there fast, leaving all the explanation to Troy.
10
TROY
Madds Around the Bend, Maddix’s band, played their hearts out. They had so much energy they carried the show for two whole hours. Thank god I sold out the pretzels thirty minutes after he’d taken his leave because I was loath to miss any part of his performance.
Yeah, he had bandmates, but there was no mistaking he made the band. He didn’t need theatrics. Just his guitar and the microphone. He sat and sometimes stood, but that was it. He captivated the entire park with the silky quality of his voice, crooning, then belting out a mixture of covers of popular country songs and originals.
