“The winners of the newlywed game need a song too.” He’s looking directly at us. “Come on. It’s only fair.”
Absolutely not.
No way.
Not happening.
The room erupts. Chanting. “DO IT! DO IT!”
I spin, looking for a retreat, and run straight into the rock-solid chest of my fake boyfriend. Brody’s got a mischievous look in his eye.
“Brody…”
He scoops me up—I’d call it sweeping me off my feet, except that it’s the opposite of what I want at this exact moment.
“Brody, no!”
He carries me to the stage, spurred on by a chorus of cheers, and leans in, his breath grazing my neck. “Come on, Chloe. Show ’em what you’ve got.”
Oh yeah. Thanks. Here’s the problem.
What I’ve “got” is a terrible voice and even worse stage fright. So…
Derek hands us the microphones, a challenge issued.
Brody scrolls through songs. Pauses. “You know this one?”
I look at the screen.
“Like I’m Gonna Lose You” by Meghan Trainor
Oh.
Oh.
That’s a love song. Areallove song. Forrealcouples.
“I know it,” I manage.
The music starts. Light guitar, a simple beat. And then it’s my line.
I panic, watching the lyrics scroll across the screen. I open my mouth and…nothing.
Brody’s hand slips into mine, his gaze ducking into my line of vision. He takes a step, blocking out the rest of the crowd, filling my view, and suddenly it’s just the two of us.
And somehow, I find my voice just as the chorus begins.
“So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you
I’m gonna hold you like I’m saying goodbye…”
Brody nods, encouraging me as I find my footing with each note. And when the second verse begins, Brody takes over.
And—
Wait.
He cansing.
