focused on the other side of the room.
“Was that the first time you’ve heard that song?” Skylar put an arm around my shoulders.
“No,” I whispered. “He’s sings it to me on the phone.”
“Ah. So that’s what you two do in there all night.” She smiled. “It’s a really good song.”
“It’s about me.”
“Yeah, I figured that part out.” She laughed.
I felt the alcohol as it rolled into my system. It was okay. I felt okay. “I didn’t know it at first. I thought he was just sending lyrics from one of his songs. Then I realized it was for me. And it made me feel—I don’t know. It was different when it was like some secret between us. I didn’t think he would actually perform it live.”
We watched the next couple of songs with her arm still around me. Lucky switched to his other guitar and spoke into the mic. “Did y’all like Sasha?”
Everyone clapped. Some guy whistled in the back. “Well, she’s coming back out, and my drummer from my band in Nashville is here. But he’s got this little man complex and will only take the stage if there’s a standing ovation.”
I heard Clark yell something I couldn’t understand as he climbed the steps. The giant of a man jumped behind the drums, which seemed like a toy set once he sat down.
“He’s like a sexy lumberjack.” Peyton didn’t even bother to whisper. “Don’t you think?”
I nodded as my head spun a little. That drink was stronger than I thought—and Peyton had drunk five. No wonder she thought Clark was a lumberjack.
Sasha got back behind the piano. A loud mix of notes came through the speakers as Lucky warmed up on the electric guitar. “So when I play here, I usually do a few throwback covers. So let’s kick it off with a little Lynyrd Skynyrd . ”
Lucky’s fingers moved rapidly, and then Clark joined in on the drums with Sasha on the piano. They blended together so effortlessly, like they had done this a hundred times before tonight.
As they headed into the chorus of Gimme Three Steps , he looked out into the crowd. “Come on, y’all. You know the words.”
I looked out across the audience. They were singing along with him. Lucky launched into a long guitar solo in the middle and then turned it over to Sasha who seemed much happier than when she played her own set.
They followed it with Free Bird . His fingers moved on the guitar so fast, so amazing, so beautiful. This side of Lucky was incredible.
Something bubbled up inside me. It was different watching him after having just spent the hour before with the normal guy in the Center of the Universe. But, now he was on stage as this talented guitarist who made the room come alive with his music. He was both of them. He was Landon Evans. He was my Lucky.
As the feeling consumed my thoughts, I closed my eyes for a second. He was my Lucky. I was falling for him. More and more each time we talked. And tonight, I literally felt it with every note he played. I was falling for him.
I opened my eyes, staring at the stage. I might be okay with that idea.
The song ended, and he grabbed a bottle of water and tipped it back. Sitting down on the stool, he flashed the grin that would no doubt make him famous one day. A couple of ladies on the other side of the room squealed and he winked at them. “I got one more for you.”
He switched to one of his own songs. It was slow. The pace had a slight swing to it. His voice came out low and sexy. Lucky looked back over at me. I blushed as he smiled. The attraction grabbed me as the giddiness rolled around inside me. I felt like we were talking in some secret code. He was playing just for me, and I was the only one watching.
His words. His voice. It was just like all those nights on the phone.
Except he was physically in front of me. His shirt clung to his chest, covered in sweat. His lips brushed the mic several times as his heart poured out into his words. The more I watched his mouth, the more I wanted to kiss him. My
“Was that the first time you’ve heard that song?” Skylar put an arm around my shoulders.
“No,” I whispered. “He’s sings it to me on the phone.”
“Ah. So that’s what you two do in there all night.” She smiled. “It’s a really good song.”
“It’s about me.”
“Yeah, I figured that part out.” She laughed.
I felt the alcohol as it rolled into my system. It was okay. I felt okay. “I didn’t know it at first. I thought he was just sending lyrics from one of his songs. Then I realized it was for me. And it made me feel—I don’t know. It was different when it was like some secret between us. I didn’t think he would actually perform it live.”
We watched the next couple of songs with her arm still around me. Lucky switched to his other guitar and spoke into the mic. “Did y’all like Sasha?”
Everyone clapped. Some guy whistled in the back. “Well, she’s coming back out, and my drummer from my band in Nashville is here. But he’s got this little man complex and will only take the stage if there’s a standing ovation.”
I heard Clark yell something I couldn’t understand as he climbed the steps. The giant of a man jumped behind the drums, which seemed like a toy set once he sat down.
“He’s like a sexy lumberjack.” Peyton didn’t even bother to whisper. “Don’t you think?”
I nodded as my head spun a little. That drink was stronger than I thought—and Peyton had drunk five. No wonder she thought Clark was a lumberjack.
Sasha got back behind the piano. A loud mix of notes came through the speakers as Lucky warmed up on the electric guitar. “So when I play here, I usually do a few throwback covers. So let’s kick it off with a little Lynyrd Skynyrd . ”
Lucky’s fingers moved rapidly, and then Clark joined in on the drums with Sasha on the piano. They blended together so effortlessly, like they had done this a hundred times before tonight.
As they headed into the chorus of Gimme Three Steps , he looked out into the crowd. “Come on, y’all. You know the words.”
I looked out across the audience. They were singing along with him. Lucky launched into a long guitar solo in the middle and then turned it over to Sasha who seemed much happier than when she played her own set.
They followed it with Free Bird . His fingers moved on the guitar so fast, so amazing, so beautiful. This side of Lucky was incredible.
Something bubbled up inside me. It was different watching him after having just spent the hour before with the normal guy in the Center of the Universe. But, now he was on stage as this talented guitarist who made the room come alive with his music. He was both of them. He was Landon Evans. He was my Lucky.
As the feeling consumed my thoughts, I closed my eyes for a second. He was my Lucky. I was falling for him. More and more each time we talked. And tonight, I literally felt it with every note he played. I was falling for him.
I opened my eyes, staring at the stage. I might be okay with that idea.
The song ended, and he grabbed a bottle of water and tipped it back. Sitting down on the stool, he flashed the grin that would no doubt make him famous one day. A couple of ladies on the other side of the room squealed and he winked at them. “I got one more for you.”
He switched to one of his own songs. It was slow. The pace had a slight swing to it. His voice came out low and sexy. Lucky looked back over at me. I blushed as he smiled. The attraction grabbed me as the giddiness rolled around inside me. I felt like we were talking in some secret code. He was playing just for me, and I was the only one watching.
His words. His voice. It was just like all those nights on the phone.
Except he was physically in front of me. His shirt clung to his chest, covered in sweat. His lips brushed the mic several times as his heart poured out into his words. The more I watched his mouth, the more I wanted to kiss him. My
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