music. His grin was blinding.
As Beth’s focus narrowed on Tom, a final thought of the too-serious spectator ran through her mind.
Maybe the girl hadn’t cared much for that particular song …
•
She was thrilled.
It was much easier to follow a bright red bus on the highway than a string of motor homes. Especially since it was vacation season and it seemed like every other vehicle she passed was a camper of some sort.
She was definitely making a huge leap in her progress to make Tom Crowley hers forever.
She’d be able to secure a room at the same places Roadhouse stayed. No more hanging out in parking lots, trying to glimpse her man through chain-link fences. And no more standing around on street corners, giving the impression she was a prostitute on the lookout for a john. That was so far from the truth it was laughable. She was unequivocally a one-man woman.
It was about time that management appreciated how hard Tom and his friends were working. The band should’ve been treated to plush tour buses and fine hotels way before now.
She’d been afraid she was going to have to call in some favors to change things. She hadn’t wanted to exert any influence over Tom’s career—she knew he had the talent to succeed on his own—but she was willing to do whatever it took to help him.
Even if it meant exposing her feelings too soon by engaging in a power play with his production company.
Good thing it hadn’t come to that in the end.
She really wanted to surprise Tom gently, show her devotion to him in a tender way.
She didn’t have all the specifics planned out yet, but the general course of action was clear in her head.
And staying in the same hotels as her true love was going to make his seduction flow that much smoother.
Chapter Nine
Tom was feeling good.
Aside from the fact Bethany wasn’t in his sight, things were going well.
The tour bus he was currently riding in was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the band’s prior travel accommodations, and he really felt like Roadhouse was going someplace now. Other than Reading , Pennsylvania , that is.
He felt they were finally being recognized as more than a one-hit-wonder, fly-by-night band. He was proud. And happy.
And the only thing that would make him happier at this moment would be if Beth were sitting beside him. Safe.
Logically, he knew she couldn’t be any better protected than she was right now. She was ensconced in a moving vehicle with ten able-bodied men—including her father—keeping her company. There was no way Eric Sharpe could get to her.
So he had to admit to himself that the real reason he wanted Beth here was because he missed her.
Even though he had plenty of people he could converse with, he wanted to hear Beth’s voice.
Tom let his gaze roam around the bus, taking in Leo and Jack catching a few ZZZs in large reclining seats, and Dylan and Sam passing the time with a leisurely game of cards.
Liz and Hannah sat closest to him, engaged in a quiet but animated conversation.
He studied them, noting they were both long-legged, with trim, athletic builds. But where Liz had long, wavy, near-black hair, Hannah sported a copper-colored chin-length ’do.
They were attractive women, but neither one of them stirred his senses, his heart, the way Bethany did.
Just then Hannah glanced his way and caught his gaze. He gave her a quick smile, not knowing how weak it looked, or how forlorn he appeared.
Hannah spoke briefly to Liz, who nodded in response and pulled a paperback out of her oversized purse. As Liz immersed herself in her book, Hannah came over to Tom.
"Hey, are you doing okay?" She folded a leg beneath her, gracefully dropping onto the sofa beside him. She propped her elbow on the back of the sofa and leaned her head into her hand. It was a casual pose, but her green eyes showed concern. "You don’t look too happy right now. Don’t you think the show went well?"
"No, that’s not it. Everything’s going
As Beth’s focus narrowed on Tom, a final thought of the too-serious spectator ran through her mind.
Maybe the girl hadn’t cared much for that particular song …
•
She was thrilled.
It was much easier to follow a bright red bus on the highway than a string of motor homes. Especially since it was vacation season and it seemed like every other vehicle she passed was a camper of some sort.
She was definitely making a huge leap in her progress to make Tom Crowley hers forever.
She’d be able to secure a room at the same places Roadhouse stayed. No more hanging out in parking lots, trying to glimpse her man through chain-link fences. And no more standing around on street corners, giving the impression she was a prostitute on the lookout for a john. That was so far from the truth it was laughable. She was unequivocally a one-man woman.
It was about time that management appreciated how hard Tom and his friends were working. The band should’ve been treated to plush tour buses and fine hotels way before now.
She’d been afraid she was going to have to call in some favors to change things. She hadn’t wanted to exert any influence over Tom’s career—she knew he had the talent to succeed on his own—but she was willing to do whatever it took to help him.
Even if it meant exposing her feelings too soon by engaging in a power play with his production company.
Good thing it hadn’t come to that in the end.
She really wanted to surprise Tom gently, show her devotion to him in a tender way.
She didn’t have all the specifics planned out yet, but the general course of action was clear in her head.
And staying in the same hotels as her true love was going to make his seduction flow that much smoother.
Chapter Nine
Tom was feeling good.
Aside from the fact Bethany wasn’t in his sight, things were going well.
The tour bus he was currently riding in was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the band’s prior travel accommodations, and he really felt like Roadhouse was going someplace now. Other than Reading , Pennsylvania , that is.
He felt they were finally being recognized as more than a one-hit-wonder, fly-by-night band. He was proud. And happy.
And the only thing that would make him happier at this moment would be if Beth were sitting beside him. Safe.
Logically, he knew she couldn’t be any better protected than she was right now. She was ensconced in a moving vehicle with ten able-bodied men—including her father—keeping her company. There was no way Eric Sharpe could get to her.
So he had to admit to himself that the real reason he wanted Beth here was because he missed her.
Even though he had plenty of people he could converse with, he wanted to hear Beth’s voice.
Tom let his gaze roam around the bus, taking in Leo and Jack catching a few ZZZs in large reclining seats, and Dylan and Sam passing the time with a leisurely game of cards.
Liz and Hannah sat closest to him, engaged in a quiet but animated conversation.
He studied them, noting they were both long-legged, with trim, athletic builds. But where Liz had long, wavy, near-black hair, Hannah sported a copper-colored chin-length ’do.
They were attractive women, but neither one of them stirred his senses, his heart, the way Bethany did.
Just then Hannah glanced his way and caught his gaze. He gave her a quick smile, not knowing how weak it looked, or how forlorn he appeared.
Hannah spoke briefly to Liz, who nodded in response and pulled a paperback out of her oversized purse. As Liz immersed herself in her book, Hannah came over to Tom.
"Hey, are you doing okay?" She folded a leg beneath her, gracefully dropping onto the sofa beside him. She propped her elbow on the back of the sofa and leaned her head into her hand. It was a casual pose, but her green eyes showed concern. "You don’t look too happy right now. Don’t you think the show went well?"
"No, that’s not it. Everything’s going
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