Perfect Song (Mason Creek Book 2) by Lauren Runow (dar e dil novel online reading .txt) 📗

I squeeze his hand. “I’m glad you brought me. I forgot just how much fun baseball games could be.”

“I’m going to miss them when he goes off to college.”

We sit in silence, staring at each other. He leans over, places his head in the crook of my neck, and kisses right below my ear in that sensitive spot that makes my toes curl.

“I want so badly to kiss you right now, but I know your dad is watching from the window,” he whispers before placing one more kiss on my jaw and leaning back to his seat.

I inhale, trying to calm the way my body is on fire now. I want to grab him and yank him on top of me, but he’s right. As we pulled up, I saw my dad in the garage, and now that’s he’s gone, it only means he’s sitting at the kitchen window, watching us.

I grin and go to unbuckle my seat. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“You know I’ll be there.” He holds my hand tighter, like he doesn’t want to let go.

“Thanks again.”

I turn to leave and hate the feeling of my hand slipping away from his. When I enter my parents’ house, I look out the window and see him hit his steering wheel in frustration as he drives away.

Glad to know he wanted something to happen there just as much as I did. We’ll have our right time though, and in front of my parents’ house was not that time. When I catch my dad staring at me from his chair, I know he watched just went down, and I’m glad we didn’t take it any further.

Chapter Eleven

Justine

As Laken and I pull into the parking lot at Pony Up, a rush of excitement races through me. I’ve heard people talk about Tucker’s concerts, but I’ve never seen one for myself. The thought of seeing him onstage turns me on more than ever. I’ve always thought he was sexy, but seeing him with a guitar like that makes me giddy.

I’ve never been attracted to singers, not like this. There’s something about this man that’s getting under my skin and making my time here at home much better than I ever anticipated.

We enter, and my eyes instantly go to the stage to see if he’s there. When I see only the musical equipment, I get a little bummed. I don’t know why I wanted to see him so bad. I’d spent the entire day with the man. He’d only dropped me off at my parents’ place a few hours ago.

“Let’s grab that table over there,” Laken says as she points toward the side of the room.

“How come there are so many more people here than last Saturday night?” I ask.

She bumps me with her hip and hollers, “Because everyone is here to see your new man!”

I blush at the mention of him being mine. I told her how we’ve hung out a few times, but I guess I’m still wondering where we are. I’m just hoping he’ll seal the deal tonight. Until we kiss, I feel weird, having someone else even say he’s my man.

We all order drinks, and I sit back, trying not to be too obvious as I keep my eye on the stage for any sign of Tucker.

When I see his long legs and cowboy boots walk out, my heart skips a beat. He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt and a cowboy hat. When Laken nudges my arm, I beam back at her, not even trying to hide my excitement.

“Hot damn, girl. He’s looking mighty fine up there,” she says.

I rub my lips together. “I couldn’t agree more.”

He picks up his guitar from its stand and slaps the strap around his shoulder as the crowd claps at his arrival.

“You guys ready for some fun?” he shouts into the microphone.

A few girls scream as the room erupts in applause. My cheeks are already hurting from smiling so big at seeing him up onstage.

“Now, I know that some girls don’t like boys like me. Aww, but some girls do!” he shouts just as he strums the guitar and the first chords to Sawyer Brown’s “Some Girls Do” plays from the guys behind him.

We jump out of our seats and head toward the dance floor. I remember my mom playing this song when I was little. The lyrics are catchy, and I’m able to sing along with the rest of the crowd.

The beat has us dancing around, but I keep my eyes glued to Tucker. The grin he wears as he sings into the microphone is contagious. When he brings his guitar up in front of him, showing off his skills with ease, I swear I feel my panties moisten.

Now, I see why he’s this town’s best kept secret.

Every girl in here is staring all dreamy-eyed at the guy onstage, who’s singing his heart out and having a blast, doing it. Only thing I know is, it’s not an act. This isn’t a stage show he’s putting on.

This is Tucker.

He’s the quiet guy who could make you smile, seemingly without a care in the world. Add in music, and now, I know why every woman wants him. I bet he could have his pick of women to go home with any night. Hearing that he doesn’t take advantage of his stardom that way just makes me like him more.

As he finishes the song, everyone claps, and when he finds me in the audience, he winks at me before turning around to talk to his bandmates.

“I saw that!” Laken shouts over the crowd.

I give her a cheesy grin just as the music starts back up.

We have the best night, dancing the night away. I recognize every song from my childhood, and he’s right; all I can think about are the memories that come with them.

The songs that my mom would sing on the way to drop me off at work or ones that we would sing to each other while I