“Miss, are you coming or not?” the cab driver calls out, not bothering to get out this time.
“Just a goddamn minute,”Colt yells, then turns to me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to yell. Last night’s concert was the best I have felt in a long time. That was all you, Dee. Everyone said it was my best performance. You inspire me. You have made me feel again. I’ve been hollow for a long time, but you take my fucking breath away. You fill me with something I’ve never felt before, and I can’t let that go. I won’t letyougo. You belong with me. So please, I am not above begging… will you come on tour with me?”
Those goose bumps are back with a vengeance.
I look into his hopeful eyes and swallow.
Can I do this?
Can I go on tour with a band of guys I’ve just met and leave my world behind? The only life I have known? I don’t have a job because Daddy keeps my bank account full. I don’t have a home to go to because Joseph kicked me out of mine.
So what do I have?
Nothing.
That’s what I have.
Absolutely nothing.
And my possible everything could be standing right in front of me.
Colt’s patiently waiting as I stare into his luminous, bright blue eyes, which are staring right back at mine. He swallows hard as I look around at all the people watching us from the side of the street, being held back by a security line hired by the band.
“Don’t worry about them. Just look at me. Dee, Ineedyou with me.”
I look back at him and exhale.What do I have to lose?So I make the biggest decision I’ve ever made in my short life. “Okay,” I say quietly.
Daddy will kill me!
But what do I care about that?
When I think about it, Daddy has only ever cared about his social status and not my happiness.
Colt smiles so brightly. “Really?”
I nod, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.
The cab driver begins loading someone else’s bags, then drives off with a new passenger.
While I can’t help but wonder if I’m making a huge mistake.
I will be giving up a lot but gaining a life.
Perhaps the answer is easy when you think about it that way.
Colt holds me a moment longer before grabbing my luggage, effortlessly shouldering past the concierge. I sling my twobags over my shoulders, and together, we walk back into the Rutherford Regent, hand in hand.
My emotions wage war inside me.
Is this fear? The kind that coils in my gut, warning me I’m in way over my head?
Or is it something far more dangerous—excitement?
Because for the first time in a long time, I don’t know whether to run…
Or dive in headfirst.
Chapter Six
