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Two people making beautiful music together, taking our connection to a higher level. A place beyond age, and jobs, and tours, and schedules.
All the frustration I’d poured into the song about feelings that were new to me, feelings I was unsure about, released.
Maybe life wasn’t linear, and the answers I was searching for were hidden in plain sight.
As I sang, I stared at Brodie and watched him watching me.
He’d been there all along. But until this trip, I’d never let myself hope he could want anything more than friendship. And more than our shared passion for music.
Then I saw the tears in his eyes, and I felt the heartache in his voice.
I felt his desire for me with every husky note that poured out of him, a honeyed growl that rumbled from deep inside.
How was it possible that I’d reached forty-four years of age and only now knew this feeling?
Was I in total denial most of my life, running on automatic?
All I knew was that the man across from me was the most extraordinary gift of my life. Working with him, creating with him, and now, falling for him.
Holy fuck, I was falling in love with Brodie…
As we reached the end of the song, my body caught up to my emotions. My hands trembled, my voice shook, and everything in my vision blurred.
The onslaught of cheers, claps, and hollers around us was nothing but white noise.
The only sound I recognized was the beat of my heart, fast and out of control.
I blinked, and Brodie came in to focus again. He stood up, wiped his eyes, and acknowledged the crowd, then urged me to get on my feet and join him.
Finally, I stood on wobbly legs as he placed his arm around my waist, steadying me, supporting me.
Never thought I’d ever lean on someone else for a change and Brodie, least of all. But as I turned my head and stared into his eyes, I saw the truth.
I knew exactly how he felt about me.
I’m pretty sure everyone in that theater knew it, too.
Suddenly, the rest of the guys rushed out to surround us while black and orange streamers and confetti rained down all over the stage.
Second by second, reality began to seep back in.
Brodie and I weren’t alone.
I was still his manager. And he was still a rock god.
Reluctantly, I stepped away from the spotlight as Holloway, Ronin, and Faisel all offered up their congratulations. They gave me hugs while Holloway yelled, “Why the fuck didn’t we know you were a songwriter?”
“What did I tell you?” Brodie spoke into his mic once the crowd had calmed to a gentle roar. “Please give another round of applause to my partner, Ivan Cross.”
My body jolted when I heard Brodie murmur the word “partner.” I liked it—a lot.
I waved at the crowd and then made my way over to the wings as the band set up for their next song.
Looking over my shoulder at the last minute, I saw Brodie staring at me intently.
It was electric.
All my nervous energy was gone and replaced by a desire that was rising high and fast, crashing over my worries and leaving me with a dangerous kind of recklessness.
