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“What about your music? You told me music was your only passion, your only love.”
He smiled faintly. “For a long time, that was true. Now I’ve found a greater passion, a greater love—you. I want to be with you, Janae. Do you want to be with me?”
A tear slid down her cheek, and she nodded. “Yes. I love you, too.”
Hearing her words filled his heart.
“I tried not to,” she confessed. “But I couldn’t help it.”
“I’m glad. I think I fell in love with you the first time I held your hand at the concert. There was something about you.” He leaned close enough for their breaths to mingle. “May I?” When she nodded, he touched his lips gently to hers, teasing, nibbling, until her lips parted. His tongue charged into her mouth and swept every area, eliciting a soft moan from her. He pulled her closer and brought his hands up to frame her face. “I missed kissing this sweet mouth,” he whispered against her lips, before kissing her again.
Janae eased back, breathing harshly. “How are we going to do this, living in different cities?”
“I’m working on that.” She arched an eyebrow and he smiled. He reached for her hand. Taking the bracelet from his pocket, he fastened it around her wrist. “Now it’s back where it belongs.”
She glanced down at her arm, then back up at him with a smile.
“Are you ready to eat? Our lunch should be delivered in a few minutes.”
“What are you up to, Terrence?” she asked, angling her head to one side.
“Nothing. Do you have anything planned this weekend?”
“No.”
“Will you stay here and let me take you home on Sunday?”
“I didn’t bring anything with me.”
“We can go shopping for whatever you need. And you can shop wherever you want,” he added when she started to protest. “Think about it. I’m going to call about our food.”
* * *
Janae thought about his offer while wandering around the large office space viewing the various gold and platinum records hanging on the walls. She couldn’t believe he loved her and wanted to be with her. She wanted the same thing, but didn’t see how it could work logistically. First, they lived on opposite ends of the state, and second, he was famous and in the spotlight and she would rather fly under the radar. One of them would have to relocate.
She loved her job and knew he felt the same about his. Not to mention his record company and grandparents were here. Did he expect her to give up her job and move? Maybe she was making things more complicated than they really were, and Terrence didn’t seem to be bothered by it. She wished she could talk this out with someone, preferably somebody other than him. As far as staying the weekend, she had no problem with it...as long as he stayed in control when they went shopping. She stopped in front of the painting she’d given him.
“It looks good on my wall, doesn’t it?” he asked, coming up behind her and circling his arms around her waist.
“It does.”
“I’ve gotten many compliments on it. Everyone wants to know who the artist is and if there are more paintings like this one.”
She turned in his arms and stared up at him. “What did you tell them?”
“I told them it was an exclusive. After lunch, I’ll show you around. Then I want to take you to meet my grandparents.”
She agreed, but apprehension gripped her again. What kind of woman would they expect him to bring home?
* * *
Terrence drove up to a property and pressed a button, and the gate opened. He parked in a three-car garage next to an SUV, hopped out, then came around to assist her.
“This is beautiful,” she said of the two-story stone-and-stucco structure.
They entered the front door, and Janae’s hand flew to her mouth. She could feel the warmth surrounding the place. “Now, this is a home.”
He chuckled. “I’ll give you a tour later. Let’s go meet my grandparents.”
“Where are they?” She followed him through a large kitchen. “Nice kitchen. Looks like you spend a lot of time in here.”
“I do. I had a cottage built for them, and it connects through this breezeway.”
“That’s really cool. You both can have privacy, but still be close.”
“Exactly. Although I’ve never needed privacy...until now. Grandpa! Grandma! Where are you?” he called.
“We’re in the kitchen, baby,” his grandmother called back.
“I have someone I want you guys to meet.”
His grandparents turned with stunned gazes, and the teacup his grandmother held slipped unnoticed from her hands. The crashing sound brought them around.
