I smile and thank them through the gushing. I wonder what they’d think if they could see me with greasy hair, curled up on Beau’s couch, with a giant dog in my lap.
“I thought your last song was so good,” a teenage girl says. She’s cute in her cowboy boots and short skirt. “You said it was about a boy? Who?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I tease. “Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it.”
Her mother snaps several pictures of us, and I take at least three selfies. After signing her poster, I sent them on to talk to the rest of the band. More people crowd into the dressing room. No sign of Beau or Travis. I thought at the very least Trace would be here.
“There she is!” I hear finally as the line thins. Travis walks in and throws his arms around me. I’m spun until I think I’m going to blow.
“Travis!” I exclaim, and he sets me back on my feet. “Trace.” Trace is standing behind Travis shaking his head.
“Sweetheart, that was beyond,” he says. “We would have been here sooner, but I had to wait for Trav to stop sobbing in the bathroom.”
“Lies,” Travis says with a grin. “I did have to blow my nose though. God, I had no idea that was in your head when we showed up Christmas Day.”
“It really is something,” Trace agrees.
“An instant hit. I can’t wait for the new album.” I appreciate them building up my ego, but there’s only one thing I want to know.
“Did Beau hear it? Is he here?” Okay, that’s two, so sue me.
“Maybe you should see for yourself.” I follow Travis out of the dressing room, and leaning against the wall like he’s waiting for a bus is the man I’ve been dreaming about.
Words that seemed to come so easily normally fail me as I gaze at him. He’s even more beautiful than I remember. He pushes off the wall and uncrosses his arms. They fall to his sides.
“Yeah, we’re going to head off. Great concert, Harmony.” Trace grabs Travis’s hand, and they head down the hallway.
“Hi,” I manage to get out.
“Hi,” he answers. “That song was about me?” I nod. “That’s what Travis said. I don’t think anyone has ever seen me as their home.”
“I’m not just anyone,” I answer.
“You certainly aren’t.” He stares down the hallway for a second before turning back to me. The rest of the band steps into the hallway. They introduce themselves, and Beau shakes hands in turn.
“You good here?” Luke asks.
“She’s good,” Beau says before I can answer.
“Okay, talk later. Nice to meet you.” They walk down the hallway until there’s only the two of us left. Beau looks back down at me.
“What do you want to do?” He’s not asking a simple question about tonight. I can tell by the steady gaze that he truly wants to know where we go from here.
“I want to come home,” I say. His hand reaches out and wraps behind my neck. Slowly, he draws me closer to him. Bending, he whispers in my ear.
“Then come home.” I don’t need more. Beau says nothing he doesn’t mean. Nothing this important anyway.
I can’t stand it anymore. I have to be as close to him as possible. Throwing my arms around him, I jump. He pulls me up around his waist, and I’m kissing him before either of us can say another word.
“I love you, Harmony,” he says when our kiss settles from its fevered pitch. His words are so raw that I know they’re not said in haste. “I don’t understand how or when, but I know I’ve fallen in love with you. I can figure out how to make this work if you can help me.”
“I love you, Beau. I’ll do whatever I have to, as long as I’m with you.” His dark gaze searches my face. “I don’t want to do all of this without you anymore.”
He nods, his eyebrows drawing down like he’s been given a mission. Maybe he has because I don’t know how we’ll make this work either. But if he needs time to work it out, then he can have it in spades. I’m not going anywhere.
“Should we get out of here?” He sets me back on my feet. “Do we need to get your stuff?”
“Robin will deal with it.”
