“More fireworks?”
“From my kisses, darlin’,” he joked.
“I’ll take ’em.” And she would. Gladly.
He glanced around as if to see if they were alone. They were because everyone else was in the house.
Nash wrapped his arms around her and lowered his mouth to hers. The tenderness of his kiss made her heart sigh. She soaked up his warmth. He must have snuck another brownie because he tasted like chocolate. He deepened the kiss, setting off those fireworks he’d mentioned. Best Fourth of July ever.
Ivy lost herself in the sensations pulsing through her. Eager for more, she arched against him, sliding her fingers through his hair. This was a different duet for them. One she never wanted to end. But slowly he drew away.
She smiled up at him. “I like this surprise, too. And there were fireworks.”
He laughed, the rich sound as addictive as his kisses. “I was only kidding about a kiss being your surprise.”
“So what is it then?”
“You’re so cute when you pout.” He nibbled on her lower lip before straightening. “But here goes. I mentioned wanting to cut ‘Broken Dreams.’”
“I haven’t forgotten.” She thought about that at least once a day.
“My producer thinks two of your other songs will also work well.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “You want three of my songs?”
“I do.” The words hung on the night air. “We’re also sharing writing credit on that new song of mine.”
This was incredible. So was he. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do. We co-wrote that, and you deserve credit.”
Ivy jumped up and down. Tingles spread through her. “I can’t believe it.”
“I’ve told you before you’re talented.”
Heat rushed up her neck. “I know, but…”
“Believe in yourself the way so many others do.”
She nodded, but all she could think about was the three songs he wanted. She didn’t know the titles of the other two, but it didn’t matter.
“There’s one more thing.”
She placed her hand over her chest. “I’m not sure my heart can take much more.”
“You can handle this,” he assured her. “I want you to record ‘Broken Dreams’ with me. I told R.J. and he still has to run it by a few people, but no one else can do justice to that duet but you. I can’t see anyone having a problem with it.”
“I get to sing with you?” Ivy’s own words sank into her. “I get to sing with you! Talk about a dream come true.”
“I want all your dreams to come true.”
Her body tingled. Her heart raced. She felt as if she was one second away from floating into the sky.
Ivy wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you.”
“You’re the one with the songs and the voice.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You did this. I was the conduit.”
“You’re an excellent one of those.”
