and I could see why all the women here would want him.
All the women, but me. He was a no go. Well, all men were a no go. I couldn’t handle another Rob. Sighing at the thought, Landon’s voice began.
“We’ve got a great set for ya tonight. Enjoy.”
Landon turned his back, walking to the middle of the stage. The guys nodded. Returning to the microphone, he began to sing. Well shit, now I knew why he had girls falling at his feet. His voice was milk chocolate, smooth and velvety with that Southern twang.
I was lost in the words that came out of his mouth. I knew most of the songs they played and sang right along—quietly, of course. When Landon’s eyes met mine, I froze in my seat. It was almost as if he was singing to me and no one else was around. Surely that can’t be right. I’ve only met the guy twice.
I’d always loved getting up on stage. The roar of the crowd was an addictive drug. Our little band started back in high school. We did it just for fun. We still played covers mostly, and I loved it. It was my escape from reality, getting lost in the rhythm and words of the songs.
Tonight, my eyes seemed to want to be focused on the little auburn-haired woman sitting at the table below me. When I first saw her tonight, she was bent down on the ground. I thought she had fallen or something, but when I stood up to get a better view, I knew she didn’t. She was helping Ms. Milly from one of her stumbles. We here in town were used to them. Ms. Milly had the clumsiest legs, but the best heart. We all helped her out.
Seeing Sadie help Ms. Milly up was as cute as she was beautiful. I loved when a woman wasn’t above helping another human being. Watching Sadie have no reservations of helping a stranger up to her feet, I couldn’t help but gain a little soft spot for her.
God, just the sight of Sadie had my heart beating faster. No other woman had ever made me feel this way, and I’d be damned if I let anyone see how much she affected me.
Sadie was stunning in her short white shorts, tightass shirt, and boots. I knew every man in this bar saw it, too. And to hell if that didn’t make me want to kick all their asses. Not that she was mine. She would never be mine. I couldn’t do that.
During our set, I couldn’t help but stare at her. I tried tearing my eyes away, but they always found her again. Seeing her singing to every one of the songs was hot.
I really wanted to jump off the stage, pull her close to me, and just dance as I sang only to her. I wanted to feel her little body against mine. I knew I couldn’t keep looking at her, but when I saw several different guys coming up to her, I almost lost it.
My blood began boiling in my veins. I knew they were asking her to dance, and I wanted to rip their heads off. The only thing that calmed me was watching Sadie tell each of them no. Each and every guy left with his tail between his legs, and damn it if that didn’t make me happy as a pig in shit.
But that didn’t stop the guys from coming. They were flocking to her, causing her beautiful smile to fade. I could see from the stage Lauryn and Lainey were trying to help brush off the guys, but they didn’t seem to be getting the hint.
Grabbing my beer from the floor, I took a sip, clearing my thoughts. “Everybody having fun tonight?” I looked around to all the whoops and hollers. “Well, as most of you have already seen, we have a newbie in town who’s joined us tonight.” I stared down at Sadie.
Her eyes widened and mouth gaped open. I could see that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, but it was already in motion. “Sadie, can you stand up?” Sadie’s eyes narrowed at me, but she reluctantly stood and gave a small wave.
I smirked, which seemed to tick her off more. The hollers from the guys were deafening, and I wanted to slug each one.
“Now, I know you guys out there want to dance here with Sadie, I mean who wouldn’t, right.” I paused for the hollers to die
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