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“Have at it.” I use my free hand to turn on the radio. I’m excited when I see that he has my favorite station on. I smile even though it is a commercial.
“This is my favorite station. I hardly listen to anything else, well unless it’s a cd or my iPod, of course.” I sit back and turn to look out the side window at the beautiful wildflowers that are on the side of the road. They add so much life and color, making even a long stretch of highway beautiful. We Were Us by Keith Urban and Miranda Lambert comes on the radio and I can’t sit still. I love this song and it makes me dance in my seat, while I belt out all the lyrics. Halfway through the song I look over at Cooper and notice he has a smile on his face. “What?” He turns his head toward me and squeezes my hand.
“Nothing. I love how excited you get over a song you love. Not to mention, you’ve got a beautiful voice.” I laugh at him because I know he is just being nice.
“Yea right. I know I don’t, but let’s hear yours, cowboy. Sing the rest of the song with me.” He throws his head back laughing, but holy shit, if he doesn’t start to sing it. Not only does he sing it, he fucking owns it. His voice is unreal. I stare at him the rest of the song, dumbfounded at this new piece of him I’ve just discovered. When the song is over, he quickly glances at me.
“Why did you stop?” I am still taken aback and I need to clear my throat before I can speak.
“Holy shit, Cooper. I had no idea you could sing. Your voice is amazing.” He laughs again.
“Thanks, doll.” For the next half hour, we sing and dance in our seats. It is by far the most fun I’ve had in a long time. He finally pulls into a parking lot with just a hand full of trucks parked there. There is a huge building set back, but there are no signs, no indicators to what it could be. He parks the truck and turns to me. “We’re here.” I frown and look at the building before looking back at him.
“Great. What exactly is it? You bringing me to some warehouse to kill me or something?” He shakes his head and climbs out of the truck. He opens my door and holds out his hand to me.
“Emma, do you really think I would kill the girl who is starting to mean something to me?” Holy shit, what? My heart pounds and my head is spinning with his words. I’m so damn grateful he is starting to feel something for me, because I have feelings for him too. I put my hand in his so he can help me out of the truck. I get on my toes so I can wrap my arms around his neck. He bends and I press my lips to his.
“I feel the same way, cowboy.” He takes my hand and leads me toward the building. “Seriously though, where are we?” He stops outside the door and pulls me to him.
“I wanted to do something special, something different. Music is something we both love, so I got in touch with Wicked Union and they agreed to let us come to a practice. This is the studio where they practice.” I stare at him in complete shock and awe. I can’t believe how incredibly thoughtful and romantic he is. I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face. “I did good?” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I shake my head ‘no.’
“You did amazing.” We share a quick kiss before making our way into the studio. I’m so excited I’m crawling out of my skin. I’ve never been to a studio before and never seen a band perform for just me. It is a huge studio. They have a stage area set up, an area with couches for hanging out, I would assume, and they even have a recording booth. It is fucking amazing. As we go farther in the room, the lead singer, Steve, comes walking over.
“Cooper, how the hell are you?” Cooper releases my hand to give him a quick hug.
“I’m great, Steve. How ‘bout you?” Steve throws back the rest of his water and lifts his shoulders.
“Can’t complain brother. So this beautiful woman must be Emma.” Cooper puts his arm around my waist bringing me closer to them both.
“Yes. Steve, this is Emma. Emma, this is Steve, lead singer of Wicked Union.” I stick out my hand to shake his.
“I heard you when you played at Cooper’s bar. You guys are amazing. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He winks at me and kisses my hand. Damn, there is a lot of sexy surrounding me right now. I am starting to sweat a bit.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me. Cooper told me that you have great taste in music, so when he asked if we would play for you guys, there was no way I could say no. This guy has helped make us known, I’d do anything for him.” I smile over at Cooper proud that I can say I’m his. He truly is the most amazing man I’ve ever met.
“I think he’s pretty great myself.” He kisses my head as the other band members make their way over. After more introductions, Steve tells us that they just need a few minutes. When they walk away, I turn to look at Cooper.
“This is the most extraordinary thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” We hold onto each other until Steve gets up on stage.
“Emma, Cooper has been rather specific with the songs we sing. I hope you enjoy them, sweetheart.” Cooper leads me closer to the stage once the opening chords start. I know immediately what it is. I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice. I spin around to face Cooper with shock on my face. He is playing songs from the night we met. I can’t help the tears that start to fall. He guides me to him and I cry into his shirt.
“Emma, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.” I look up at him with tears still running down my face.
“Cooper, these are tears evoked by the unbelievably huge heart you have. You remembered I loved this song from the night we met. No one has ever done anything this romantic for me before. I promise you, these tears are not of sadness. They are tears of joy. Thank you.” He wipes my tears with his thumbs before kissing each eye.
“Well then, Emma, will you dance with me?” This causes a few more tears to escape, but I gladly wrap my arms around him. We are in our own little world, just swaying to the beat while looking into each other’s eyes. Song after song is from the night we met. I don’t know how long it takes to develop feelings for someone, but I can honestly say I have feelings for this incredible man holding me.
For almost an hour, Wicked Union plays songs from the Luke Bryan concert. Cooper and I never let go of each other. We danced, kissed, and laughed. It was the most amazing time I’ve ever had. After the last song, we go over to Steve and the guys. I hug each one thanking them over and over again for doing this for us. We say our final good-bye and head out because Cooper needs to be back in time for the bar to open.
On the ride home, I can’t stop talking about what an incredible time I had. I talk about how amazing Wicked Union is and how this was the best date I’ve ever had. He looks over at me with that sexy grin and grabs hold of my hand. “I’m so glad you like it, doll. I had a great time too. It’s the first time we’ve been together without being interrupted and I fucking loved that.” I think about it and holy shit, he is right. This is the first time since we met that we spent time together without interruption. We drive the rest of the way home talking about music.
When we pull into my parking lot, I’m already sad because I don’t want this day to be over. I don’t want him to have to leave. I know he can’t stay though and it sucks. He gets out of the truck to open my door. He helps me out and we walk hand-in-hand to my apartment. Neither of us has said anything, and I wonder if that is because he is just as reluctant as I am to see this day end. We make it to my door and I push the key in unlocking it. I swing the door open then turn to face him. “Thank you again, Cooper. It was the absolute perfect day.” I look down at my boots because I actually feel tears welling up, which is absurd. He gently lifts my head with his finger under my chin.
“Emma, it was the perfect day. Thank you.” He places his hands on either side of my face and runs his thumb slowly and gently over my lips while we stare into each other’s eyes. It feels so unbelievably intimate. He ever so slowly leans forward and presses his lips to mine. He sucks on my bottom lip before our tongues meet. It is slow, sweet, and romantic. He runs his hands up into my hair while mine find their way to his back pockets. I’ve been kissed by a lot of men, but not one of them holds a candle to Cooper. Whether it is slow and sweet, or rough and demanding, it is perfect. After a few minutes, he pulls away kissing my lips several times. We pull back and smile at each other. I realize we are still standing in my doorway and I laugh.
“Cooper, would you like to come in?” I start to back away, but he pulls me in for a hug. He kisses my head and sighs.
