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“That’s some cool shit,” Marcus says as he gives Dalton knuckles, and Ben agrees too.
Even Eli yells out, “Fuck yeah. Love that one.”
Dalton nods his thanks.
“What’s the name of it?” Marcus asks.
“‘Nose on the Grindstone’ by Tyler Childers,” Dalton responds.
He puts the guitar down, and I curl into his side.
“That was really good. How come you didn’t tell me you sang?”
He chuckles to himself. “How many times did I tell you that you had to ask me questions?”
I slap his chest playfully, and he grabs my hand to keep it there.
There’s so much about this guy that I never saw before. I guess I just never wanted to see it before. I’m glad I am now though.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Natalie
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Mom says with tears in her eyes.
I step in front of a mirror to see my reflection. I’ve never really been a girlie girl, but I must admit, knowing I was getting dressed up for Dalton made me want to put a little more emphasis into how I looked for the homecoming dance tonight.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t get you a new dress.” The pain is evident in her voice.
I grab her hand and give her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. To me, this is a new dress.”
I glance in the mirror at the borrowed dress a cousin of mine wore a few years ago to her homecoming dance.
Mom takes a somber breath, then tucks a stray hair that came loose from my updo. “That’s so cool that you all are going as a group. I wish your brother would go too.”
I can’t tell her how happy I am that he’s not going, but I try to hide that fact.
“He’s never been into school functions like this,” I say.
“I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see him get all dressed up too.” Her expression shows she’s sad, not getting the chance to see her son this way.
I laugh at the thought. He’s always wearing Ariat jeans and cowboy boots. Yes, he plays football, but I think that’s more so he can crush people and take out his aggression than actually play the game.
The doorbell rings.
“That’s Ashley and Susie,” I say, picking up my purse from the dresser and leaving my bedroom.
By the time I get to the front room, my dad has already opened the door and welcomed them into our home.
“Don’t you both look lovely?” he says as he hugs both of them.
“Thank you, Mr. Spencer,” they both respond.
He grabs his phone from the entryway table. “Now, come here in front of the fireplace. I want to get a photo of you all together.”
We do as he asked and smile for the photo.
“Here, dear,” Pops says to Mom. “I want to get a picture with my baby girl.”
