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this song together.”
    Great. There she went with the whole fate thing. “You really believe that?”
    “I don’t know.” Kenzie shrugged, and Chase wondered if he’d made her self-conscious. “I just know this project came along at exactly the right time for me, and I don’t think it’s entirely coincidental that we both used the phrase turned upside down,” she said. “Maybe it’s not fate or destiny or whatever, but it at least means we’re clicking. We’re on the same page.”
    “Yeah, I think so, too,” Chase acknowledged. And hopefully that would bode well for the rest of the song. “And maybe that should be our title.”
    “ Upside Down ?”
    “Sure. Or maybe Turned Upside Down .” Chase thought for a minute. “No, I think I like your suggestion,” he said. “And we’ll tie the two opening verses together in a chorus. You open with yours, then I sing mine, then we’ll come together with a chorus. Something like ‘Upside down, you’ve turned me upside down, and now nothing is the same. Not sure where to go or what to do, no, I’m all upside down over you.’”
    His mind was racing now, and it felt a little like when he wrote songs with Jordy. Well, except Kenzie was a lot better looking. And where did that thought come from?
    “Whoa, slow down,” Kenzie said. “It’s hard to write that fast.”
    “You were writing that down?” Sure enough, she was.
    “Yeah, you wanted me to, didn’t you? I mean, it’s great.”
    “You think so?”
    Kenzie laughed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you suffer from the same self-doubt complex that I do. Yes, Chase, I think it’s great.”
    Chase nodded, relieved. “Okay. I’m glad you like it. I’m honestly not sure where it came from. I was just kinda thinking out loud,” he said. “And I think all artists, whatever their work, suffer from occasional self-doubt.”
    “Probably,” Kenzie agreed. “This could be good, though, really good.” She stood up.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Upstairs,” she said. “Let’s grab the ukelele and try to set this baby to music.”
    Chase grinned. “Now you’re talking, darlin.’”
    “Careful. You sound very Southern when you call me that,” Kenzie teased.
    “Do I? Maybe being in Tennessee is rubbing off on me.” Chase followed her up to the loft, where she handed him the ukelele. She sang the first line of the song, and he strummed a few chords.
    “What do you think?” he asked.
    “Not bad, but not perfect. Maybe an ‘e’ note at the end, instead?” She took the instrument from him and tried it, then looked at him. “Well?”
    Chase nodded. “That’s better. The ‘g’ was a little too upbeat for the lyric.”
    “Agreed.”
    They worked together for the next two hours, first working out the basic chord progression, then writing two more verses. It was past noon when they finally stopped, but they had a song. “Wow,” Chase said. “I think we did it.”
    Kenzie smiled. “We sure did. And it didn’t even take us a week.”
    “It also didn’t waste nearly as much paper as I did last night to get six measly lines.”
    “Hey, I only wrote four. But those ten combined lines fit, and they led us to this.” She waved the notebook in the air. “We have a song, Chase. Okay, it needs a little fine-tuning, but it’s a song.”
    “Yeah, and a pretty darn good one.” She looked adorable, and completely kissable, parading around the room waving their accomplishment in the area. Since kissing her was out of the question, Chase changed the subject. “Are you hungry? I’m starving.”
    “I’m always hungry,” Kenzie said.
    “Want to go to lunch?”
    “Sure,” she said. “Just let me jump in the shower first.”
    So much for a safe change of subject, Chase thought. Now he’d probably be picturing her in the shower.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 

     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    K enzie took Chase to Puckett’s for lunch. He said he wanted to try a Nashville