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out on the interstate Libby says has great hamburgers. I think that’s what I’m in the mood for, if it works for you.”
“I like hamburgers. You want to get ready?”
“I just need my purse.” She looked down at herself, in her jeans and T-shirt and sandals. “Don’t I look presentable?”
“To me, you do. Every other woman I’ve ever met couldn’t leave the house without an hour’s notice.”
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Well, that’s not me, so you’ll just have to take me the way I am. Let’s go.” She reached for her keys on the counter.
Caleb’s hand closed over her wrist. “I’ll drive.”
Okay, then!
He drove what she would have expected, a big double-cab Ford F-150, in gunmetal grey. Very plain on the outside but tricked out on the inside.
“You spend a lot of time in your truck?”
He glanced sideways at her. “Something wrong with it?”
Was everything she said to this man wrong?
“No. Not a thing. Just making conversation.”
He didn’t answer, so she kept her mouth shut. But she was over-conscious of his nearness in the cab, of the masculine scent of his soap invading her senses. Of the heat emanating from his body and that scruff she wanted to just rub her fingers over. Conversation faded to nonexistent so, by the time they reached The Feedbag, she was on edge and not sure she felt like celebrating anymore. But damn, she wasn’t going to let him spoil this.
By the time they were seated in a booth, with thick juicy hamburgers and crisp french fries in front of them, her hunger dissipated any bad mood still clinging to her. She tilted her bottle of beer and touched it to Caleb’s.
“Here’s hoping these songs are as good as I think they are.”
“I think they might be better.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Were you listening to me? How…I mean, I had the door closed.” She wasn’t sure she liked anyone hearing her music in its raw stages.
“I have unusual hearing. I had to strain a little, but it was nice listening to you.”
“Careful, Caleb.” She giggled. “I think you just gave me a compliment.”
He almost got that closed-up look on his face again. Almost.
“I can say nice things when the moment arises.”
“Yes, you can.” In fact, his compliment made her feel positively giddy. “And thank you very much.” Then something he said clicked in her brain. “Have you been listening to my other music?”
He dropped his gaze to his plate. “I might have downloaded a track or two,” he mumbled.
“Why, Caleb Branam. Thank you so much. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” He bit into his hamburger, killing any further exchange of words.
Jasmine swallowed her smile and dug into her hamburger. By the time they finished eating and he’d had one beer to her two, she was a little mellow but still excited. She could feel it in her blood. These songs were good. Maybe the best she’d ever done. She couldn’t wait until they hit the studio tomorrow and she heard the guys play the tunes.
On the way home, she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and hummed the tune she’d just finished that afternoon. She couldn’t wait to get into rehearsals tomorrow. She was so busy thinking about it all she didn’t realize they’d pulled into her driveway until the truck stopped.
“Oh!” She opened her eyes. “We’re here.”
“Yep. Have nice snooze?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she denied. “I was just imagining my music.”
“Okay. Let’s imagine it inside.”
In the house, she dropped her keys on the counter, put her purse next to them, and whirled around with her arms in the air. She was just so jazzed, just as she always was when she completed new songs. She wished she could soar through the air. She paid little attention to her actions until she lost her balance and stumbled into Caleb. He wrapped his arms around her to catch her, and every pulse point in her body began to thunder like a
“I like hamburgers. You want to get ready?”
“I just need my purse.” She looked down at herself, in her jeans and T-shirt and sandals. “Don’t I look presentable?”
“To me, you do. Every other woman I’ve ever met couldn’t leave the house without an hour’s notice.”
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Well, that’s not me, so you’ll just have to take me the way I am. Let’s go.” She reached for her keys on the counter.
Caleb’s hand closed over her wrist. “I’ll drive.”
Okay, then!
He drove what she would have expected, a big double-cab Ford F-150, in gunmetal grey. Very plain on the outside but tricked out on the inside.
“You spend a lot of time in your truck?”
He glanced sideways at her. “Something wrong with it?”
Was everything she said to this man wrong?
“No. Not a thing. Just making conversation.”
He didn’t answer, so she kept her mouth shut. But she was over-conscious of his nearness in the cab, of the masculine scent of his soap invading her senses. Of the heat emanating from his body and that scruff she wanted to just rub her fingers over. Conversation faded to nonexistent so, by the time they reached The Feedbag, she was on edge and not sure she felt like celebrating anymore. But damn, she wasn’t going to let him spoil this.
By the time they were seated in a booth, with thick juicy hamburgers and crisp french fries in front of them, her hunger dissipated any bad mood still clinging to her. She tilted her bottle of beer and touched it to Caleb’s.
“Here’s hoping these songs are as good as I think they are.”
“I think they might be better.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Were you listening to me? How…I mean, I had the door closed.” She wasn’t sure she liked anyone hearing her music in its raw stages.
“I have unusual hearing. I had to strain a little, but it was nice listening to you.”
“Careful, Caleb.” She giggled. “I think you just gave me a compliment.”
He almost got that closed-up look on his face again. Almost.
“I can say nice things when the moment arises.”
“Yes, you can.” In fact, his compliment made her feel positively giddy. “And thank you very much.” Then something he said clicked in her brain. “Have you been listening to my other music?”
He dropped his gaze to his plate. “I might have downloaded a track or two,” he mumbled.
“Why, Caleb Branam. Thank you so much. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” He bit into his hamburger, killing any further exchange of words.
Jasmine swallowed her smile and dug into her hamburger. By the time they finished eating and he’d had one beer to her two, she was a little mellow but still excited. She could feel it in her blood. These songs were good. Maybe the best she’d ever done. She couldn’t wait until they hit the studio tomorrow and she heard the guys play the tunes.
On the way home, she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and hummed the tune she’d just finished that afternoon. She couldn’t wait to get into rehearsals tomorrow. She was so busy thinking about it all she didn’t realize they’d pulled into her driveway until the truck stopped.
“Oh!” She opened her eyes. “We’re here.”
“Yep. Have nice snooze?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she denied. “I was just imagining my music.”
“Okay. Let’s imagine it inside.”
In the house, she dropped her keys on the counter, put her purse next to them, and whirled around with her arms in the air. She was just so jazzed, just as she always was when she completed new songs. She wished she could soar through the air. She paid little attention to her actions until she lost her balance and stumbled into Caleb. He wrapped his arms around her to catch her, and every pulse point in her body began to thunder like a
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