Page 53 of Only for the Moment
Tad still looked wary. “What does this have to do with your recording schedule?”
“We want you to partner with us,” Isaac explained. “At the benefit I plan to perform a song I’ve written to honor my friend’s life. We”—he glanced around at the band, who were all nodding, then back at Ted—“would like thatsong to become the start of a charity EP we would release in six months. The proceeds would benefit LGBT youth programs worldwide, not just in Australia.”
Kennedy watched Isaac, awed at what she saw in his face. She’d never seen that kind of passion and determination in his eyes. Artists created, that was their passion, but though Isaac had explained about the nightmares and his inability towrite, she hadn’t truly understood how devastating that must be until this moment. The Isaac beside her wasn’t empty, struggling, or afraid that the music he loved was gone forever. This man had regained the part of himself he thought was lost, and the change, the drive and excitement she sensed inside him, lit his spirit from the inside out. She found herself wanting to nurture that newfound joywith everything inside her—right after she kissed him, after she tasted the renewed Isaac on her lips and tongue. He was already in her heart; she knew that. She couldn’t wait for more.
Tad Dugan’s wheels were turning; she could see that too. Finally he nodded. “I want to hear the first single. And I want details on your appearance in Australia. If I’m happy with that, we can make a deal.”
Isaac’s smile was wide as he stood, extending his hand across the table. “Thank you.”
There was still press and the VIP meet and greet to get through. By the time they were ready to go back to the hotel, Kennedy was yawning behind her hand. Isaac chuckled as he urged her in front of him into the Escalade. “What’s the matter? Can’t keep rock-star hours?”
“Rock stars get to sleep in the next day.”
A smack landed on her ass cheek before she could get it into the back seat.
“Hey!”
Isaac chuckled as he sat next to her. “Sassy.”
If she got a spanking every time she sassed him, sitting might become a problem.
“Besides,” Isaac was saying, “you don’t have to get up in the morning. It’s Sunday, your day off.”
“Massage day,” she nearly moaned. Giving him a side eye, she said, “Don’t think you’llbe stealing my masseuse, rock star or not. Melody is mine.”
Isaac gathered her as close as he could in the limited space of the Escalade, even dragging her legs across his, tucking his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck. “And you’re mine, sass and all.”
“You know you wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, trying hard to ignore Nick’s grin in the seat in front of them.
“No, I wouldn’t.”Isaac straightened until he could capture her with those sea-glass eyes. “I talked to Susan during the meet and greet. Other than a couple of short promo trips, the benefit, and recording late this year, I’m pretty much free for the next six months. And I’d like to spend them with you.”
He didn’t ask, but she knew he wanted her to agree. Her life was just as important as his, not something torun over, devastate, and disregard as her parents had. Her heart swelled, the emotion threatening to choke her as the moment dragged on and she soaked up the heat and hunger in her lover’s eyes. She’d gone from a fling kind of girl to a woman who wanted everything with the man in front of her. And because of who he was, who he’d proved himself to be, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
She lowered herchin, sending a challenging look at him from under lowered lashes. “If I say no, are you going to tie me up and torture me until I change my answer?”
Isaac’s grin was wicked and full of promise. “Of course.”
She was so going to need that massage tomorrow. “Well then…no.”
