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“Be sure to tag me on social media so I can share. Also, hello, handsome. I don’t think we’ve met yet.” She holds her hand out for me, and I shake it. This whole situation feels completely surreal.

“Bridger,” I reply. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh,you’reBridger.” Sidney turns to Dani and laughs. “My team was both impressed and irritated by your man.”

Dani laughs with her and glances up my way. “He does have a tendency to dig his heels in to get what he wants.”

“I’m right here, ladies.”

Sidney laughs again, and then she’s called over to chat with someone else.

“Did you like this surprise?” I ask Dani when we’re alone.

“This was incredible.” She rises on her tiptoes but is still too short to meet my lips, so I bend down to cover her mouth with mine. “Just like you.”

Chapter Sixteen

DANI

This is, quite possibly, the best day of my life thus far.

Not only am I at a Sidney Sterling concert, which has been on my bucket list for eons but never thought I could afford the tickets, but said show is in my home town, and my boyfriend, who isBridger Blackwell, is dancing with me.

I never thought any of those words would cross my mind in a sentence, let alone be true.

But, here we are. It’s not even a dream. It’s real.

Bridger seems to be content with the safety situation, and I have to admit, people are so happy to be here, there really hasn’t been anything bad happening, that I’ve seen anyway. If there has been an incident, it was handled quickly and quietly, the rest of us none the wiser.

We’re still with our group of friends and family, in a section near the stage that was roped off just for us, and I’m pretty sure this is what it feels liketo be a VIP.

How am I supposed to settle for nosebleed seats after this?

“I can’t see Birdie,” I yell to Bridger, looking around our group.

“She’s in front,” he says. “Dancing with Daisy. I have eyes on her.”

I nod, relieved, and then Sidney introduces her band, including her hot-as-Hades husband, Keaton Williams, before she sits on the stool next to his piano and starts to sing a slow song that I love, making googly eyes at her man the whole time. It’s so romantic. And I do not miss the smug smile on Keaton’s lips as he plays the piano.

Holy hotness, Batman.

Bridger wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, swaying us back and forth with the music, and I melt back against him, my head leaning against his chest and my hands gripping his arms as he moves us in rhythm with the music.

Being in Bridger’s arms is my favorite place to be. Nothing makes me feel more special or more cared for than when my man holds me against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Bridger says into my ear, sending tingles through me. “Your ass looks amazing in these jeans. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

I grin and look up at him. “The jeans worked, then?”

He nods, and when I look back to the stage, he plants his mouth by my ear again, and my panties are officially soaked.

“I saw the guy flirting with you when you went to getus drinks.”

I frown. “There was no?—”

“I saw him,” he says again, perfectly calm, without a hint of jealousy. “ButI’mthe only one who gets to hold you and touch you. And it’s such a fucking turn-on, knowing that you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

I have to take a deep breath to calm my hormones down because I’d like to pull him away and try to find a quiet spot to have my way with him, but I also wouldn’t leave this show for anything in the world, so I just need to resign myself to being hot and bothered for the rest of the concert.

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