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“A town with a bar and beer and a stage and ladies.”
Matty jumped to his feet and slicked back his shoulder-length hair. A handsome guy sporting a handlebar mustache, he was the group’s premiere ladies’ man, and no doubt happy to find a new one in Montana. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
“You might want to grab a couple of guitars.”
Matty grinned. “Is this a paying gig, boss?”
“Unsure,” Cal replied. “I’ll have to see how the night turns out.”
“Hey,” Scarlett said, jumping to her feet. “If what I think might happen happens, I want to be there.”
“What about Bent and Nora?” Cal asked.
“All good,” Ryland said. “I’m here. I got him.”
With that, Cal and the boys gathered up their gear, loaded the truck, and sped off into the night. The guys were itching to play in front of a crowd, while Cal was happy to play for one person only.
And if he was lucky, she’d get the message.
CHAPTER24
Millie Sue wasin the office, at her desk, when Ivy walked in.
“Why are you hiding in here?” Ivy demanded, flopping onto the chair directly in front of Millie.
She made a face and tossed a receipt into a file folder. “I’m not. I just have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and since Jennifer is working an extra shift, we’re fine for the moment.”
Ivy kicked out her legs and twirled a long piece of hair. “I have something to tell you,” she said in a rush. “You’re not gonna believe it. I can barely believe it.” She sat up straight. “And no judging.”
Excitement spiraled through her. Millie had been waiting for this. “You shoved your tongue down Mike Paul’s throat.”
Shock spread across Ivy’s face, her eyebrows raised so high, she looked like a clown. “How do you—” Her mouth hung open for a few seconds, and then she swore. “Of course he told you. He’s probably told everyone in town. I bet right now, Pastor Allen thinks I’m a Jezebel.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Ivy shot back.
“He died three years ago.”
“Oh.” Ivy sank back onto the chair, her legs dangling over the edge. “Who’s the new pastor?”
“Do you really care about that?”
“No. I want to talk about Mike Paul.”
Millie Sue jumped to her feet. “Hold on a minute. This calls for some extra-special goodies.” She crossed the room and grabbed a box of chocolates off the shelf by the door. The good stuff in the gold wrap. She tore it open and let Ivy pick first—of course she took the caramel—then grabbed a decadent piece of heaven for herself. She shoved it into her mouth and winked. “Now talk to me.”
“He took me home the other night.”
“Yes. I was there. I know.”
“He walked me to my door.”
“Don’t you mean carried?” Millie joked.
Ignoring the obvious barb, Ivy continued. “We were arguing.”
“Not surprised.”
