Page 8 of Movers and Shakers

His eyes were on mine, and I could have sworn he saw right through me, down to the person I hid. “Anything is possible.”

Stormy eyes that matched my soul.

Shit.I would have a whole song before the night was over.

The sounds of the reporters faded. I could have snuck out after they were gone, but I didn’t want to.

“What does the front of this place look like?”

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes.”

“And you have time?”

“Why are you worried about my schedule?”

“You’re one of the biggest musicians in the world. I assume you’re busy.”

Musicians. Not just a pop star.

God, I missed that distinction.

“Not really,” I admitted. “But I’ll steal it.”

Robbing myself for borrowed moments with you.

I’d need to get to my notebook the moment I left.

“You don’t have to be polite, you know. I’d happily let you go if you have somewhere to be.”

Show me more.

I shook my head. “No need to let me go. I want to see the front of the bar.”

“Follow me, then.”

He walked me into another room. One with vaulted ceilings and a stage. “I bet this place is pretty cool when it’s lit up.”

Then the lights turned on and I saw pink and teal neon everywhere.

“You get the full service,” he said. “Even if we’re closed for the night. And don’t worry. All the windows are blacked out.”

As lights danced above me, my mind memorized everything because I knew I’d return to it in my dreams.

“I didn’t know Nashville had a place like this.”

“There are interesting things everywhere if you look hard enough.”

“That’s my problem,” I said. “Touring doesn’t allow for much tourism.”

“I imagine not.” He walked behind the bar, grabbing a glass. “What are you having?”

“Soda water and cranberry juice.”

“Not a drinker?”

“I’d reveal too much,” I said, shaking my head.

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