he’d lie down beside her and kiss every inch of her gorgeous body until she sighed out his name.
“You’re not showy even though you’re in show business,” she said, studying his face. “You like earth tones, but you also like metal.”
His head darted back at that, and the corners of her mouth tipped up even more.
“The belt buckle,” she said with an arched brow.
He looked down. “This old thing? I’ve had it since I first arrived in Nashville. I thought…well…I thought it was something a country music star would wear.” Darn it all if that wasn’t a bit embarrassing to admit.
“Do you like to hunt?” she asked.
He thought of the times his daddy had taken him and his brother out as boys. Before his voice had even changed, he could shoot a deer with a gun or a bow-and-arrow. Later, he shot men.
“Not anymore,” he said gruffly and watched her smile fade.
“I’m sorry to bring up a bad memory,” she said softly.
Scrubbing his face, he steeled himself to shake off his change in mood, but the taste of dust and sand was in his mouth. Oh, how his subconscious delighted in torturing him.
“It’s okay.” He stood up and extended his hand to help her up. “Let’s keep looking, but I think this one goes on the possible list.”
He helped her up, but then quickly released her hand. People could misinterpret things, and he didn’t want to bring that talk to her door. The part of fame he liked the least was having his picture snapped against his knowledge and posted on social media, but he’d made his peace with it. Part of his job. But she didn’t need that crap. At least not until they were more sure of each other.
“Like I said, I’d like to outfit the larger pieces for your house before we talk about things like lamps and more personal items,” she said as they walked through the showroom.
“I can’t imagine having much of an opinion on lamps.”
“You might feel different if you find a chandelier or a special light fixture. You can build a room around a piece like that, but I don’t think that’s your thing.”
Build the room around a light fixture? “Ah…no.”
She shrugged. “Some people prefer to start with color and supporting pieces like a piece of art or a light fixture. But most of my male clients prefer to start with furniture.”
Jeez, he couldn’t imagine looking at all that color swatch shit again. “The old decorator lady tried to make me choose colors first, but it didn’t work for me. I’m a simple man with simple tastes.”
“So you’ve said.” There was a little smile on her lips as she said the words. “Let’s go by function.” She placed her hands behind her back as she walked. “Where do you plan to hang out with your friends?”
“In the den. Now that you mention that, I’m pretty sure I want that couch.”
“Noted.” She scanned the showroom. “Do you play pool?”
Her suggestion brought back memories of his early military days when he and the guys would go out on the town. Those were good times. “Sometimes Randy, Darren, Monty, and I play pool when we get together. We rotate years. I suppose I could put one in the room on the lower level for when they visit.”
He’d hosted the get-together two years ago at his old house in Lebanon, Tennessee, and they’d ragged him good about all the boy toys he’d purchased now that he was a country music star. But they’d enjoyed driving around on the four-wheelers. Their mouths would gape like catfish when they saw Redemption Ridge.
“I’ll add it to the list. A game room would be nice,” she said to him, all business again. “What else do you like to do with your friends?”
Most of his friends were musicians. He wasn’t much of a partier, but he’d had Rye, J.P., and Clayton over for a casual beer. Sometimes they went four-wheeling or took out his boat to fish on Dare River.
“We like to write or play music,” he said, trying to help her. “Have a beer. Go off-roading or
“You’re not showy even though you’re in show business,” she said, studying his face. “You like earth tones, but you also like metal.”
His head darted back at that, and the corners of her mouth tipped up even more.
“The belt buckle,” she said with an arched brow.
He looked down. “This old thing? I’ve had it since I first arrived in Nashville. I thought…well…I thought it was something a country music star would wear.” Darn it all if that wasn’t a bit embarrassing to admit.
“Do you like to hunt?” she asked.
He thought of the times his daddy had taken him and his brother out as boys. Before his voice had even changed, he could shoot a deer with a gun or a bow-and-arrow. Later, he shot men.
“Not anymore,” he said gruffly and watched her smile fade.
“I’m sorry to bring up a bad memory,” she said softly.
Scrubbing his face, he steeled himself to shake off his change in mood, but the taste of dust and sand was in his mouth. Oh, how his subconscious delighted in torturing him.
“It’s okay.” He stood up and extended his hand to help her up. “Let’s keep looking, but I think this one goes on the possible list.”
He helped her up, but then quickly released her hand. People could misinterpret things, and he didn’t want to bring that talk to her door. The part of fame he liked the least was having his picture snapped against his knowledge and posted on social media, but he’d made his peace with it. Part of his job. But she didn’t need that crap. At least not until they were more sure of each other.
“Like I said, I’d like to outfit the larger pieces for your house before we talk about things like lamps and more personal items,” she said as they walked through the showroom.
“I can’t imagine having much of an opinion on lamps.”
“You might feel different if you find a chandelier or a special light fixture. You can build a room around a piece like that, but I don’t think that’s your thing.”
Build the room around a light fixture? “Ah…no.”
She shrugged. “Some people prefer to start with color and supporting pieces like a piece of art or a light fixture. But most of my male clients prefer to start with furniture.”
Jeez, he couldn’t imagine looking at all that color swatch shit again. “The old decorator lady tried to make me choose colors first, but it didn’t work for me. I’m a simple man with simple tastes.”
“So you’ve said.” There was a little smile on her lips as she said the words. “Let’s go by function.” She placed her hands behind her back as she walked. “Where do you plan to hang out with your friends?”
“In the den. Now that you mention that, I’m pretty sure I want that couch.”
“Noted.” She scanned the showroom. “Do you play pool?”
Her suggestion brought back memories of his early military days when he and the guys would go out on the town. Those were good times. “Sometimes Randy, Darren, Monty, and I play pool when we get together. We rotate years. I suppose I could put one in the room on the lower level for when they visit.”
He’d hosted the get-together two years ago at his old house in Lebanon, Tennessee, and they’d ragged him good about all the boy toys he’d purchased now that he was a country music star. But they’d enjoyed driving around on the four-wheelers. Their mouths would gape like catfish when they saw Redemption Ridge.
“I’ll add it to the list. A game room would be nice,” she said to him, all business again. “What else do you like to do with your friends?”
Most of his friends were musicians. He wasn’t much of a partier, but he’d had Rye, J.P., and Clayton over for a casual beer. Sometimes they went four-wheeling or took out his boat to fish on Dare River.
“We like to write or play music,” he said, trying to help her. “Have a beer. Go off-roading or
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