think
of anything more romantic. They hadn't talked about
the band, or gigs, or anything that had to do with music.
Tonight it had been all about them.
Things had changed. She'd gone from seeing Brock
as the talented musician he was and as a means for her
to break out of the rut she'd dug herself in, to a man she
enjoyed being with-someone she genuinely cared for.
A man who made her think of fairy-tale endings she'd
sworn long ago didn't exist.
"That sounds great." Leaning closer to him, she
asked, "Which way is east? I'm so bad with direction."
"It's a good thing you're not driving the bus then."
She giggled as he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. Sucking in a deep breath, Josie lifted her head,
parting her lips. Her instinct kicked in. This wasn't a
good idea. She'd told herself that very thing over and
over again after the first time they'd kissed.
But she ignored the warning bells that clanged in her
head and met him half way until his warm mouth covered hers and lingered.
This kiss was much different than the one they'd
shared on the bus. The newness was gone, and the mystery of who they were had been solved tonight over the
simple, playful act of building a castle out of sand. A
new bond had strengthened between them.
Josie tilted her head back, tasting his lips and drawing him closer to her.
When they parted, he brushed away a strand of hair
the wind had blown against her face. "No regrets?" he
said softly.
"No regrets."
And she meant it. There wasn't anything about tonight she would change, from building their sandcastle
to kissing Brock.
"The moon is gone," Josie said, lifting her head to
the sky. Clouds that had been teasing them all evening
had now filled the sky. "I don't think we're going to get
a chance to see the sun come up this morning."
"There'll be other sunrises. I promise you that. I
want more nights like this with you, Josie. Holding you
just like this." Brock sighed. "I don't really want to go
back to the bus. I wish I could find a way to hold back
the morning."
The sky was changing from black to blue. As disappointed as she was to see the night end, it didn't take away from the new hope that filled her heart. Their
relationship was growing and it felt good.
"Do you think anyone is up?"
"Probably not, but I'd guess that if anyone is, it's
Will. In about an hour, Miles and Roy will probably be
arguing again."
She quirked a smile. "Forget the sunrise. I'll make us
some scrambled eggs. We can sit back and watch Miles
and Roy argue. You can be the one to keep score this
time."
They walked hand in hand back to the bus. The blanket was filled with sand. They each took a corner and
shook it out before folding it and climbing on board.
The smell of coffee already filled the bus. As suspected,
Will was up, seated at the dining table as he nursed a
mug of coffee and poured over paperwork.
"A little early for a walk. Where have the two of you
been?" he grumbled sleepily.
Brock glanced over at Josie and gave her a sleepy
smile and her heart exploded with emotion. One night
of playful fun had given her an enormous view into
what this man was all about. As frightened as she was
of another broken heart, she couldn't just walk away.
She'd give it a chance and let fate play out-with no
regrets.
The band had played a long set at a local hot spot in
Memphis the night before after spending the day walking around Graceland. Memphis was a music town with
an excitement and a charge all its own.
The big test for them would be Nashville.
In each town they played, the crowd was bigger than the last, the press more interested in Brock Gentry.
Josie knew there'd come a day when simply walking
down Main Street would be a major event. But for right
now, she was enjoying the fact that Brock Gentry was
hers and hers alone.
They'd only been scheduled for the one show in
Memphis and were due to leave this morning for a fourhour drive out to Nashville.
of anything more romantic. They hadn't talked about
the band, or gigs, or anything that had to do with music.
Tonight it had been all about them.
Things had changed. She'd gone from seeing Brock
as the talented musician he was and as a means for her
to break out of the rut she'd dug herself in, to a man she
enjoyed being with-someone she genuinely cared for.
A man who made her think of fairy-tale endings she'd
sworn long ago didn't exist.
"That sounds great." Leaning closer to him, she
asked, "Which way is east? I'm so bad with direction."
"It's a good thing you're not driving the bus then."
She giggled as he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. Sucking in a deep breath, Josie lifted her head,
parting her lips. Her instinct kicked in. This wasn't a
good idea. She'd told herself that very thing over and
over again after the first time they'd kissed.
But she ignored the warning bells that clanged in her
head and met him half way until his warm mouth covered hers and lingered.
This kiss was much different than the one they'd
shared on the bus. The newness was gone, and the mystery of who they were had been solved tonight over the
simple, playful act of building a castle out of sand. A
new bond had strengthened between them.
Josie tilted her head back, tasting his lips and drawing him closer to her.
When they parted, he brushed away a strand of hair
the wind had blown against her face. "No regrets?" he
said softly.
"No regrets."
And she meant it. There wasn't anything about tonight she would change, from building their sandcastle
to kissing Brock.
"The moon is gone," Josie said, lifting her head to
the sky. Clouds that had been teasing them all evening
had now filled the sky. "I don't think we're going to get
a chance to see the sun come up this morning."
"There'll be other sunrises. I promise you that. I
want more nights like this with you, Josie. Holding you
just like this." Brock sighed. "I don't really want to go
back to the bus. I wish I could find a way to hold back
the morning."
The sky was changing from black to blue. As disappointed as she was to see the night end, it didn't take away from the new hope that filled her heart. Their
relationship was growing and it felt good.
"Do you think anyone is up?"
"Probably not, but I'd guess that if anyone is, it's
Will. In about an hour, Miles and Roy will probably be
arguing again."
She quirked a smile. "Forget the sunrise. I'll make us
some scrambled eggs. We can sit back and watch Miles
and Roy argue. You can be the one to keep score this
time."
They walked hand in hand back to the bus. The blanket was filled with sand. They each took a corner and
shook it out before folding it and climbing on board.
The smell of coffee already filled the bus. As suspected,
Will was up, seated at the dining table as he nursed a
mug of coffee and poured over paperwork.
"A little early for a walk. Where have the two of you
been?" he grumbled sleepily.
Brock glanced over at Josie and gave her a sleepy
smile and her heart exploded with emotion. One night
of playful fun had given her an enormous view into
what this man was all about. As frightened as she was
of another broken heart, she couldn't just walk away.
She'd give it a chance and let fate play out-with no
regrets.
The band had played a long set at a local hot spot in
Memphis the night before after spending the day walking around Graceland. Memphis was a music town with
an excitement and a charge all its own.
The big test for them would be Nashville.
In each town they played, the crowd was bigger than the last, the press more interested in Brock Gentry.
Josie knew there'd come a day when simply walking
down Main Street would be a major event. But for right
now, she was enjoying the fact that Brock Gentry was
hers and hers alone.
They'd only been scheduled for the one show in
Memphis and were due to leave this morning for a fourhour drive out to Nashville.
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