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Gibson taps his forehead. “I still have the scar from where she threw the remote control at my head.”

Jett studies the scar. “She had awesome aim. Was she a softball pitcher?”

Gibson shrugs. “I don’t ask what they do for a living.”

Indigo moans. “No fair. I forgot we’re sitting with a rock band.”

“You forgot your boyfriend is the lead singer of a rock band?” Ginny giggles. “Maybe we should cut you off.”

“But I want to try a beer from Cash’s brothers’ brewery.”

“You don’t drink beer.”

I watch Indigo and Virginia argue and release the breath I’d been holding. I’ll never admit it out loud but I was worried about Ginny hanging around the band this evening. Not only is she shy and introverted but she isn’t exactly comfortable with my fame.

But there was nothing to worry about. Her shyness disappears when she’s around people she’s comfortable with. And it gives me great pleasure to note she’s comfortable around my bandmates.

Good. Because she’s going to be spending a whole lot of time with them in the future.

Chapter 24

Surprise – a surefire way to get your girl to cry

Virginia

Isettle on the sofa and open my book. It’s Saturday afternoon and the library is closed. It’s the perfect time to catch up on some reading.

I scowl when there’s a knock on the door. I haven’t even read the first page yet. I grunt and go to answer it. I check the peephole and notice it’s Dylan.

“What are you doing here?” I ask when I open the door.

He chuckles before brushing his lips against mine. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend?”

I have to admit his greeting is way better than mine.

“I didn’t expect you. I thought you were in the studio today.”

“We’re nearly finished recording now. We just needed to polish up one of the songs.”

My heart clamors against my chest. They’re nearly finished? Will he leave Winter Falls once they are? When will I see him again? Will I see him again?

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

At the word ‘surprise’ all my worries about the future and Dylan disappear. I love surprises.

“What is it?”

He rolls his eyes. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

I scan the hallway. “Where is it?”

He chuckles. “Get your shoes on and I’ll show you.”

I place my book on the side table in the hallway – being in a hurry is no excuse to throw a book – and slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops.

“Real shoes. Not sandals.”

“I need real shoes for this surprise?” What could it be? What requires real shoes? “Are we going out?”

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