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I closed my eyes but promptly opened them, locking my gaze on Trace’s. If I looked into his eyes, and at no one else, I could do this.
He smiled encouragingly as the song reached the part where I was to start singing.
I sang the opening lines of LeAnn Rimes song, I Need You, and everyone grew silent. My voice was shaky at first but quickly grew stronger as I blocked everyone out and focused solely on Trace.
“’I need you like water, like breath, like rain. I need you like mercy from Heaven’s gate. There’s a freedom in your arms that carries me through. I need you.’”
Trace’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened at the sound of my voice.
My mom always told me that I had a soft but powerful voice. Whatever that meant. I just liked to sing…as long as no one else was listening.
But right now, everyone was listening. The patrons, the bartender, the waitresses, even one of the cooks.
But most importantly, Trace was listening to me sing, and I didn’t feel sick.
I felt…happy.
My eyes never wavered from his as I sang, like as if he was holding me up and giving me the power to do this, and maybe he was.
I still wasn’t able to explain what drew me to Trace and what made me trust him.
There was just…something about him.
“’I neeeed you,’” the song ended and the place erupted into applause, causing my heart to soar.
I smiled, bowing to the crowd gathered.
I had done it.
I sang in front of people. Real. Live. Breathing. People. That weren’t family or Avery.
“Sing again!” Someone hollered out.
I blushed.
I wasn’t sure I could do that again.
But then, Trace was stepping in front of me, “Sing with me,” he pleaded, and I found myself nodding in agreement.
Trace named off a song to the guy, but I was back to freaking out, so I didn’t hear what it was.
I was about to sing a duet with Trace Wentworth. If I thought my stomach was in knots before, this was ten—no a hundred—times worse.
The lyrics came up on the screen.
Oh, God.
We were going to sing Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum.
I began singing first, and instead of looking at the crowd gathered in the restaurant, I found myself facing Trace.
“’Lying here with you so close to me, it’s hard to fight these feelings, when it feels so hard to breathe. Caught up in this moment, caught up in your smile,’” I sang.
It got to the first part he was supposed to sing, and holy cow! The man could sing!
Was there anything that he couldn’t do?
“’I’ve never opened up to anyone. So hard to hold back when I’m holding you in my arms,’” he sang to me.
