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“I figured.”
I glanced down at the picture Aiden had sent, but I didn’t want to bring it up to Killian. No sense adding to the already difficult situation we found ourselves in.
“Was I playing too loud? Sorry, I’m really a night owl.”
“Nah, I just realized I was being a little bitch. I shouldn’t have left.”
“You were just giving us both a little space. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Do you still need space?”
“I don’t. I’m fine. We’re fine. Let’s move past it, yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re right. You want to show me what you got written down so far?”
“Of course I do.”
He sat next to me, looking at the notebook he’d given me, and I took that opportunity to begin playing. The melody we’d worked out together fell from his lips, along with the lyrics I’d written down. We made music over the next hour, sang the chorus together over and over, me layering in harmony until the two of us had tweaked it just enough that we really had a solid hook. It was so fucking good.
When his leg brushed up against mine, my mouth went dry. I had to lick my lips so I could keep singing. I really needed to find myself a distraction to keep us out of the spotlight in every way, but the one way that counted. The last thing I wanted was for the press to get wind of my attraction to him. They already speculated enough about my romantic relationships.
Glancing at the clock, I feigned a yawn. “I think that’s good for tonight. Don’t you?”
His eyes burned bright, excitement I hadn’t seen in them before flickering in the endless pools. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
“It was good, Killian. Really bloody good.”
He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the floor. “Tomorrow night, I’m, uh…going out to The Silver Spur with my brothers. You want to come with us?”
“What’s The Silver Spur?”
“Basically, the only bar in town, and it’s not even in town. It’s twenty minutes away.”
“Is it a real cowboy bar?” I tried and failed to hide my excitement.
“Yeah. With line dancing and a country band. There’s even sawdust on the floor and bull riding…”
“And bar fights?”
He chuckled. “It’s not a good night if there’s not at least one fight.”
That was a far cry from anything I had found in LA or London. “Hell yeah. Do I need to dress the part?” I asked. “If so, I’m gonna need to borrow your boots again. Maybe some jeans.”
He shook his head, smiling. I loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and how even through the shadow of his trimmed beard. I could see the dimple on one cheek. Fuck. I had to stop looking at him and appreciating anything about him.
“You can just go as you. Although I will warn you, you’re going to get recognized.”
I shrugged. “That’s part of it. Comes with the job.”
“And I’m sure you’ll be asked to dance.”
“I like dancing.”
“Do you know how to two-step?”
“No. But I can learn.”
“All right. I’ll have Sera teach you.”
