Page 19 of Riding Home

He caught it easily.“If you keep throwing things, I’ll think you’re trying to get my attention.”

I huffed, crossing my arms.“In your dreams.”

He furrowed his brow.“Oh, you have no idea what’s in my dreams.”

Sensing the heat on my cheeks, I searched for a distraction.My gaze landed on the champagne chilling by the bed.“Since we’re already awake, let’s make the most of it.”

He shrugged, eyes playful.“Pour me a glass while you’re at it.”

I retrieved the bottle and two flutes.Popping the cork, I poured the bubbly liquid and handed him a glass.We settled back on the bed, propped against the headboard.

“Cheers,” I said, clinking my glass against his.

“To my Little Honey Bun,” he replied, taking a sip.

We sat in comfortable silence.The champagne’s effervescence danced on my tongue, helping me relax.

“This town holds so many memories, yet I couldn’t wait to leave,” I admitted.

He nodded.“Brevard’s beautiful, but it can feel like a cage when you’ve got bigger dreams.”

“Exactly.I love the forests and festivals, but I needed to see what else was out there.”

He glanced at me.“So, you ended up in Nashville, chasing music.”

“And you hit the road on your motorcycle, seeking freedom.”

“Something like that.”

“Why do they call you Frog?”I asked.

“Because in high school, I was awkward.Never had a girlfriend.The guys said I was like a frog waiting to turn into a prince.But the nickname started earlier—my mom called me Frog because I loved hopping in puddles.”

I laughed softly.“Hard to believe.You seem to have no trouble with women now.”

He shrugged.“I’ve had my fair share, but none hold a candle to you.”

I felt a blush rise.“You barely know me.”

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it just clicks,” he said sincerely.

I looked down, swirling my champagne.“I’m not exactly a catch.My ex, Mark...he cheated.Called off the wedding.I haven’t dated since.”

“His loss,” Clark said firmly.“He’s a real prick.”

“It was hard.Nashville’s amazing for my career, but it’s been lonely.”

He studied me.“A woman like you shouldn’t feel lonely.”

I let out a dry laugh.“And what kind of woman is that?”

“Smart, talented, beautiful.You’ve got this light in you, Aurora.It’s mesmerizing.”

I swallowed hard.“You’re laying it on thick.”

He grinned.“Just speaking the truth.Ever since I met you, I can’t get you out of my head.”

I laughed.“You have a way with words.”

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