“Fine, but I just… I miss you sometimes. And I don’t want you to miss your chance with Jameson.”
Daisy sighed, softening. “Trust me. I’m trying.”
Anna grinned. “That’s my girl.”
The opening band, The Charmed Dolls, were decent enough, but Daisy’s mind was already on Jameson. She was so lost in thought she barely noticed when Anna and Ryan started a full-blown make-out session at their tiny table. Disgusted, Daisy excused herself.
She was halfway to the restroom when a hand tapped her shoulder.
“Hey,darlin’.”
Her heart skipped.
“You shouldn’t be out here. Your fans will maul you,” she teased.
Jameson smirked. “Maybe one day. Not tonight.” He laced his fingers through hers, sending an electric bolt up her arm. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Anything.”
“I’m nervous, well, was nervous. Practically fainted when I saw the turnout tonight.” She was taken aback, surprised that the self-assured Jameson Kingston was suffering from some sort of stage fright.
He paused for a moment, in deep thought before saying, “But then I saw you in the crowd. And the nerves disappeared. I felt the same way I did that first time you watched us in the garage.”
Daisy’s cheeks warmed. “What feeling?”
“Confidence.” His voice dropped. “I may have been joking before, but now I’m most certain that you, Daisy Daniels, are the key to my success.”
“While I’m flattered, I think your voice and the fact that you play two different instruments might have something to do with it. Not to mention your face.” She laughed. “Even if you sucked, no one would care. You’re too pretty. You’re basically a walking heart attack in blue jeans.”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “Are you trying to give me a big head?”
“Is it working?”
“Certainly is.”
She rolled her eyes, but her breath caught as his hand gently brushed the side of her cheek. “You know what song comes to mind right now?”
“Hmm?” she mumbled. Afraid her voice would crack if she spoke.
“‘I Want You.’”
“The Beatles,” she whispered.
“Yep.”
He stepped even closer, gently lacing their fingers together again.
A mixture of nerves and anticipation shot through Daisy’s spine. This was it. The moment she had constantly thought about.
Resting his forehead against hers, Jameson let out a deep breath, while Daisy held on tightly to hers.
Releasing her hand, his thumb lightly traced her bottom lip.
“Daisy, I want—”
“Come on, man!”
Lenny’s voice cut through the moment. Daisy jerked back, face flaming.
