Her eyes widened. “Really? You’ll play for me?”
Lord, she was so stunning. In that moment, if she’d even asked me to wear that horrific-looking underwear over my head as a fucking tiara, I would’ve. I’d do just about anything to see that raw excitement and joy on her face.
“Of course.” I walked over to the far-left wall in the trailer and grabbed my mahogany guitar. “Sit,” I told her.
She did as I’d asked, and when I sat next to her, she smiled timidly and pushed her hair behind her ears.
S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yes!” She bounced a little, which made me chuckle.
I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, but ignored it and kept my focus on Zaira as I began strumming my guitar. “Any song requests?”
She shook her head. “No. Play anything you like.”
I winked at her. “You got it.”
