Page 188 of On The Rocks

Once the song was over, Griffin waved and told the crowd to enjoy their night and he’d be back later.

And boy, did they.

It was a rollicking good time. Beckett showed up with a flatbed of water and passed it out to everyone in the crowd to keep them hyped for the last three acts.

Ian and Flynn came out first with a song they wrote together.

It was a delicious mix of rock and country with a bluesy guitar that had the crowd screaming in reaction. Especially the women. After that, Ian took over with his own mix of songs from his last two albums, as well as some covers that had the crowd singing along.

His charisma was off the charts and had everyone in the palm of his hand by the time he ended his hour-long set.

They took a quick break to reset the stage for Flynn. He was only doing a small set since his band couldn’t be with him. There were a good amount of them, from what Griffin had told me.

But the acoustic set was somehow intimate and moving.

I didn’t recognize the songs and wondered if he was trying some new material with the eclectic mix of blues and country.

I escaped at the end to get ready for my own performance. I zipped into the shack to repin my shirt and glug down some water of my own. I was a sweaty mess like the rest of the people at the orchard.

Bells ducked her head into the small storage area where I was fussing with my shirt.

“Oh, thank goodness. Get in here. I need help.”

She was wearing a flowing daisy sundress, showing off every one of her curves, making me feel like even more of a mess.

Bells muscled in with her massive bag. “I figured you might need some freshening. I was able to take a quick shower between the wedding and coming over here. That bride was giving Bridezilla a bad name.”

“Oh, how fun for you.”

“Not even one bit.” She pulled out baby wipes and body spray.

I snatched them from her and did a quick wipe down anddefunk. “Can you help me with the back?” I turned around. “The shirt is all twisted.

“I’m incredibly jealous of how snatched in your waist is.”

I laughed. “Lots of pilates to keep me limber for flair.”

“When? We’ve been absolutely insane, and summer hasn’t even officially started.”

“Griffin also keeps me busy.”

She snorted. “That sounds more like it. There.”

I sighed as the bunching smoothed out and Bells tucked the hem under my sports bra.

I turned around. “Please lie to me if I look like a drowned rat.”

“You definitely don’t.”

“Good. Wish me luck.”

“Luck!”

I hurried out, grabbing my heavy and light bottles from the box I hid under the table.

Annette was talking me up with a karaoke microphone. Dear God.

“There she is. Now, remember all the tips are going to the taproom. We’re all donating our time tonight.” She gave me a huge smile, then she looked down at my outfit and did a little fan of her face.

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