Page 82 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 22
Remi
I have never felt this good.
I mean, I know I’m buzzed, but I’ve drunk a lot before and not felt like this. I should have set up a code word with Kat to come get me. But even if I had, I wouldn’t want to use it. I like it here. With him.
The band is finishing up the song “Main Street,” and yes, I brushed up on all my Bob Seger songs since finding out Chance was in a cover band. Most of the songs Chance hums or sings softly in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder. His voice does things to my girly parts. Really good things. Kat calls them vagina butterflies, and right now I couldn’t agree more.
Trace waits for the applause after the song to die down, and then he starts talking, “Any long-time fans in the audience tonight?”
I’m surprised by the amount of applause and cheering at that.
“So, y’all may remember a time when I just played bass guitar and didn’t sing,” Trace says. More cheering erupts.
“The Night Moves used to be a five-man band. Until our singer left us to further a career in,gasp, law enforcement. It doesn’t get any worse than going from rock star to cop, am I right?” The roar of the crowd is near deafening.
I turn back to Chance. “He’s talking about you, isn’t he?”
Chance smiles and nods. “I told you I’d sing you a song, beautiful.”
Holy Shit. I thought he was kidding.
A second spotlight searches the crowd and lands on Chance and me.
“So, let’s say we give the cop a chance, no pun intended buddy, to relive his rock star fantasies and let him sing one. Whaddya say?”
Chance kisses my cheek and slips out from behind me. I start clapping and screaming with the rest of the crowd. Stomping my feet on the floor for good measure.
Because my date is about to get up on stage and sing a song.
To me.
Chance takes the microphone from Trace, and says, “That’s detective to you, pretty boy.” I put my fingers in my mouth and whistle, then stomp my feet some more because I like the sound.
Trace starts strumming the guitar softly, and the crowd quiets. The music gets a little louder.
“This one’s for you, beautiful,” Chance says, and the spotlight finds me again. But I’m too keyed up to be embarrassed.
Then he starts singing, and he’s looking right at me.
“A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight.”
His voice is low and husky. And sexy.
Really fucking sexy.
I can see exactly why rock stars are always getting laid. He’s like lady crack up there, all addictive and desirable. The lights shine on his hair, making it look even lighter, and his eyes are mesmerizing, even from this far away.
He sounds good. He looks amazing. His t-shirt tight, showing off his biceps as he holds the microphone. His foot tapping in motorcycle boots, jeans molded to his hips and legs. The slight scruff on his face, which I can still feel the scratch from on my neck, just lend to the overall sex appeal that is Chance Bauer on stage. His movements are slow and mesmerizing, I imagine that’s how he would make love to me, with movements slow and mesmerizing. Oh God, did I just think that? I am getting sucked the fuck in.
Then he gets to the chorus and I start to tear up just a little bit.
“Someday lady you’ll accompany me.”
I don’t know if it’s the beer, or the shots, or the adrenaline. Maybe I’m PMS’ing. But this shit is making me seriously emotional.
Goddamnit.
