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Authors: Savannah Young
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the kiss was the right decision.
“Can I have some more?”
He smiles again. I hope it’s becoming a habit, at least around me. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
This time when he kisses me, it’s deeper and more passionate. I can feel a wave of electricity run right down to my toes. I feel like I’m no longer standing. More like I’m floating.
When Hunter pulls away it takes me a few seconds to ground myself again.
“What do you think about seeing the band play?”
“I’d love nothing more than to see you play with your brothers, but I know there’s probably too much risk involved. People could take photos. Ask questions. I’m supposed to be with Devon at his brother’s wedding not hanging out at a country bar, even if it’s where I’d much rather be.”
When I look up at Hunter I can already see the disappoin tment in his eye. “It’s okay. I don’t expect Katie Lawrence to see the Wilde Riders play. And what would a big star like you be doing in a small down bar like Haymakers? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sometimes I wish I could be Kat from Phillipsburg again. Even just for a day.”
Hunter’s eyes narrow like he’s thinking about something. “Why can’t you?”
“Why can’t I what?”
“Be Kat again. Just for a day.”
Would it be possible? Could I pull it off? I see stars do it on those prank shows all the time. They put on a pair of glasses, change their hair and out of context, a lot of people don’t recognize them.
“I have an idea,” Hunter says. “Wait here.”
Before I can protest he hurries out the door
Hunter comes back with a pair of dark glasses and a scrunchie and hands them to me.
“That’s it? That’s your idea of a disguise?”
“Don’t criticize before you give it a try.”
“Fine.”
I stand next to Hunter’s dresser mirror and put my hair back in a ponytail. I rarely wear ponytails in public so it does change my appearance slightly. I look a little younger, more my age, but I don’t think it alters my appearance enough not to be recognized.
“Now the glasses,” Hunter urges.
I put on the dark glasses. They make me look like I’m trying not to be recognized. Or that I’m trying too hard to look cool.
“I’m not sure about the dark glasses. And won’t we be inside a bar? I might not be able to see very well.”
He nods in agreement. Then snaps his fingers. “I have an idea.”
He hurries out of the room and reappears a few moments later carrying a pair of reading glasses.
“Try these.”
I put the reading glasses on and look in the mirror. I’m struck by how much I look like my mom.
And I wonder if I should get my eyes examined because I can actually see better with the glasses on.
“They were my mom’s glasses,” he says. “Just be careful with them.”
I turn to face him. “What happened to her?”
For the first time since I met him Hunter actually shows some raw emotion. “She died of cancer. My dad followed about six months later. He had a heart attack. But my brothers and I think he died of a broken heart. I don’t think he wanted to live without my mom.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He nods then stands behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders while we both look in the mirror together.
“I’m not sure this is going to work,” I admit.
“Maybe we could try one more thing,” he suggests. He goes into his closet and pulls out an old sweatshirt. “Give this a try.”
I slip it on over my sweater. I feel like I’m swimming i n the thing it’s so huge on me.
“See?” Hunter points to my image in the mirror. “Now you look like a girl from P-Burg.”
“I’m still not sure. I don’t want to get caught. And I definitely don’t want you or your family to be in the middle of some publicity scandal.”
“I don’t think you’re giving enough credit to context. Do you think anyone is really going to think that Hollywood ’s darling, Katie Lawrence, is actually sitting in a small town
“Can I have some more?”
He smiles again. I hope it’s becoming a habit, at least around me. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
This time when he kisses me, it’s deeper and more passionate. I can feel a wave of electricity run right down to my toes. I feel like I’m no longer standing. More like I’m floating.
When Hunter pulls away it takes me a few seconds to ground myself again.
“What do you think about seeing the band play?”
“I’d love nothing more than to see you play with your brothers, but I know there’s probably too much risk involved. People could take photos. Ask questions. I’m supposed to be with Devon at his brother’s wedding not hanging out at a country bar, even if it’s where I’d much rather be.”
When I look up at Hunter I can already see the disappoin tment in his eye. “It’s okay. I don’t expect Katie Lawrence to see the Wilde Riders play. And what would a big star like you be doing in a small down bar like Haymakers? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sometimes I wish I could be Kat from Phillipsburg again. Even just for a day.”
Hunter’s eyes narrow like he’s thinking about something. “Why can’t you?”
“Why can’t I what?”
“Be Kat again. Just for a day.”
Would it be possible? Could I pull it off? I see stars do it on those prank shows all the time. They put on a pair of glasses, change their hair and out of context, a lot of people don’t recognize them.
“I have an idea,” Hunter says. “Wait here.”
Before I can protest he hurries out the door
Hunter comes back with a pair of dark glasses and a scrunchie and hands them to me.
“That’s it? That’s your idea of a disguise?”
“Don’t criticize before you give it a try.”
“Fine.”
I stand next to Hunter’s dresser mirror and put my hair back in a ponytail. I rarely wear ponytails in public so it does change my appearance slightly. I look a little younger, more my age, but I don’t think it alters my appearance enough not to be recognized.
“Now the glasses,” Hunter urges.
I put on the dark glasses. They make me look like I’m trying not to be recognized. Or that I’m trying too hard to look cool.
“I’m not sure about the dark glasses. And won’t we be inside a bar? I might not be able to see very well.”
He nods in agreement. Then snaps his fingers. “I have an idea.”
He hurries out of the room and reappears a few moments later carrying a pair of reading glasses.
“Try these.”
I put the reading glasses on and look in the mirror. I’m struck by how much I look like my mom.
And I wonder if I should get my eyes examined because I can actually see better with the glasses on.
“They were my mom’s glasses,” he says. “Just be careful with them.”
I turn to face him. “What happened to her?”
For the first time since I met him Hunter actually shows some raw emotion. “She died of cancer. My dad followed about six months later. He had a heart attack. But my brothers and I think he died of a broken heart. I don’t think he wanted to live without my mom.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He nods then stands behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders while we both look in the mirror together.
“I’m not sure this is going to work,” I admit.
“Maybe we could try one more thing,” he suggests. He goes into his closet and pulls out an old sweatshirt. “Give this a try.”
I slip it on over my sweater. I feel like I’m swimming i n the thing it’s so huge on me.
“See?” Hunter points to my image in the mirror. “Now you look like a girl from P-Burg.”
“I’m still not sure. I don’t want to get caught. And I definitely don’t want you or your family to be in the middle of some publicity scandal.”
“I don’t think you’re giving enough credit to context. Do you think anyone is really going to think that Hollywood ’s darling, Katie Lawrence, is actually sitting in a small town
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