didn’t stop talking long enough to give him a chance!" The redhead stuck her tongue out at him in reply before closing the door, leaving Tom and Beth alone once again.
"I like them. They’re really nice. And they sing beautifully, too."
Tom returned his gaze to Bethany, who was now looking extremely tired again. He leaned down to give her a quick peck, intentionally not letting his lips linger. He didn’t want to risk having their kiss interrupted for the third time in one night.
"Yeah, they’re both great. Roadhouse was lucky to find them. But that’s enough talk. I think it’s time you finally got to bed for the evening." Tom clarified his words. "To sleep, I mean."
Beth offered a weary smile. "I knew what you meant."
"Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well."
Tom allowed one last brush of their lips before turning Beth toward the door. He watched as she pulled it open and stepped inside, glancing back to wish him a final farewell. "Good night, Tom."
The door closed and Tom was alone. Slowly he walked back to the band’s motor home, softly whistling all the while.
Chapter Five
Beth stood near the stage of the Macon City Auditorium, watching as the members of Roadhouse proceeded through their pre-concert sound check. As she looked on, Tom strummed a few chords on a midnight blue electric guitar. Then he adjusted some knobs on the attached amplifier and tried the melody again.
His long fingers moving over the instrument’s strings evoked memories of how those hands had felt running over her body last night. What a fantastic evening it had been. After she’d made her decision to pursue a brief relationship with Tom, it’d felt like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She finally had a distraction to keep her mind off the crazy jumble her life had become in the last few months.
And what a distraction he was.
Dressed in his usual casual stage attire of T-shirt and jeans, Tom looked scrumptious. And not only was he hot-looking, but he could make the sweetest music she had ever heard.
Having grown up traveling with a roadie-turned-road manager father, she loved listening to all types of music. What she’d told Tom when they first met, about not listening to country music, was a lie. She actually preferred the simple tunes about everyday life when she was in a sad mood and needed to be uplifted. Traditional country songs reminded her of the basic pleasures in life and how easy it was to forget about the small things which made you smile.
But Beth really wouldn’t consider the music that Roadhouse played true country. Country rock was probably more appropriate, because while the songs they sang still revolved around the joys and sorrows of daily existence, the men performed with a definite edge. Roadhouse exuded so much energy when they were on stage that their concerts were the complete opposite of relaxing.
Even now, Tom was whaling out a solo on his guitar and looking for all the world like a wild rock star. He bent his trim body around and let out kicks like a hyperactive child who’d consumed too much sugar. She knew how great of shape that body was in because she’d felt it against her last night. And she couldn’t wait to find out what kind of contortions they could engage in together.
"They sound good, don’t they?"
Beth jumped at the question, having been so consumed with watching the activity on stage that she hadn’t heard anyone come up beside her. She reluctantly pulled her gaze from Tom and turned to face her father.
"Yeah, they do. And they seem to love what they’re doing."
"Well, of course they love it. Anybody in this business has to enjoy what they’re doing to put up with all the crap they’ll get, both from the public and the recording industry. They’d have to be insane otherwise."
She remained silent, and George offered another comment. "I hear you and Tom had a date last night."
Beth rolled her eyes and let out a resigned sigh. She’d known this
"I like them. They’re really nice. And they sing beautifully, too."
Tom returned his gaze to Bethany, who was now looking extremely tired again. He leaned down to give her a quick peck, intentionally not letting his lips linger. He didn’t want to risk having their kiss interrupted for the third time in one night.
"Yeah, they’re both great. Roadhouse was lucky to find them. But that’s enough talk. I think it’s time you finally got to bed for the evening." Tom clarified his words. "To sleep, I mean."
Beth offered a weary smile. "I knew what you meant."
"Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well."
Tom allowed one last brush of their lips before turning Beth toward the door. He watched as she pulled it open and stepped inside, glancing back to wish him a final farewell. "Good night, Tom."
The door closed and Tom was alone. Slowly he walked back to the band’s motor home, softly whistling all the while.
Chapter Five
Beth stood near the stage of the Macon City Auditorium, watching as the members of Roadhouse proceeded through their pre-concert sound check. As she looked on, Tom strummed a few chords on a midnight blue electric guitar. Then he adjusted some knobs on the attached amplifier and tried the melody again.
His long fingers moving over the instrument’s strings evoked memories of how those hands had felt running over her body last night. What a fantastic evening it had been. After she’d made her decision to pursue a brief relationship with Tom, it’d felt like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She finally had a distraction to keep her mind off the crazy jumble her life had become in the last few months.
And what a distraction he was.
Dressed in his usual casual stage attire of T-shirt and jeans, Tom looked scrumptious. And not only was he hot-looking, but he could make the sweetest music she had ever heard.
Having grown up traveling with a roadie-turned-road manager father, she loved listening to all types of music. What she’d told Tom when they first met, about not listening to country music, was a lie. She actually preferred the simple tunes about everyday life when she was in a sad mood and needed to be uplifted. Traditional country songs reminded her of the basic pleasures in life and how easy it was to forget about the small things which made you smile.
But Beth really wouldn’t consider the music that Roadhouse played true country. Country rock was probably more appropriate, because while the songs they sang still revolved around the joys and sorrows of daily existence, the men performed with a definite edge. Roadhouse exuded so much energy when they were on stage that their concerts were the complete opposite of relaxing.
Even now, Tom was whaling out a solo on his guitar and looking for all the world like a wild rock star. He bent his trim body around and let out kicks like a hyperactive child who’d consumed too much sugar. She knew how great of shape that body was in because she’d felt it against her last night. And she couldn’t wait to find out what kind of contortions they could engage in together.
"They sound good, don’t they?"
Beth jumped at the question, having been so consumed with watching the activity on stage that she hadn’t heard anyone come up beside her. She reluctantly pulled her gaze from Tom and turned to face her father.
"Yeah, they do. And they seem to love what they’re doing."
"Well, of course they love it. Anybody in this business has to enjoy what they’re doing to put up with all the crap they’ll get, both from the public and the recording industry. They’d have to be insane otherwise."
She remained silent, and George offered another comment. "I hear you and Tom had a date last night."
Beth rolled her eyes and let out a resigned sigh. She’d known this
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