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“What do you think of the chorus now?” I ask.

“Sing it to me. I missed the last version while I was out picking up the food.”

I take her hands and draw her near until she’s standing between my legs.

“We danced through the fire,

And when the world got loud,

And the crowd got rough,

Your love was my shelter.”

Her eyes warm as I sing to her. “It’s good.”

“Good enough for aCash & the Sinnerssong?”

“Ask the guys.”

I squeeze her hands. “I’m asking you.”

“I think you forgot I teach fourth grade.”

“I wish Indigo had been my fourth-grade teacher,” Gibson says and I flip him off behind my back. “What? I bet she’s a wonderful teacher. Way better than Mr. Burns.”

“Your fourth-grade teacher wasn’t Mr. Burns,” Jett says.

Gibson shrugs. “He could have been. He had a hooked nose and slicked back gray hair.”

I tune out Jett and Gibson’s bickering.

“Told you we’re normal,” I whisper to Indy.

She raises her eyebrows. “This is normal?”

I bark out a laugh. “Love you, my Indy girl.”

“Ah, Cash loves Indigo.”

“Cash and Indigo sitting in a tree.”

I bury my face in Indigo’s neck as she laughs at my band’s teasing. This right here is what I’ve always wanted. What I’ve always dreamed of. There’s a reason I named the song about her dreams after all.

Chapter 30

Oblivious – when you fail to open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you

Indigo

“Thanks for agreeing to help,” Virginia greets when she opens her door. She notices the crowd behind me and scowls. “I didn’t realize you were bringinghimwith you.”

“Who’s she referring to?” Gibson scans the group. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

He swaggers forward, but Jett shoves him out of the way. “I call dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs on a woman,” I insist.

Jett scratches his chin. “You can’t?”

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