He lips tilted into a grin. “Oh, I didn’t turn down the deal completely, I just kept holding out until they agreed to my terms.”
Her mouth flew open in shock. “Really?”
He laughed. “You should have seen Will’s face when I told the boys to go back to the drawing board and write up a new contract because I wasn’t giving up my gypsy.”
Josie’s hands flew to her face. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t say it like that, did you?”
Laughing, Brock said, “No. I just told it like it was. You and I have something special here, Josie. Not just in the studio, but like this, when I’m holding you in my arms. No matter what deal they put on the table, I would have regretted not fighting for what was right. And that means keeping you by my side in every way. We’ll never have to be apart again.”
Her heart swelled. “You mean that?”
He nodded, his blue eyes gazing into hers.
“Will probably hates me.”
“He’ll get over it. I’m sorry I didn’t see him pushing you around like he was.”
She shrugged. “I can hold my own, Brock, if you haven’t noticed. And Will was just looking out for his interests.”
“And I’m looking out for mine. So what do you say? Do you really want to chain yourself to Nashville?”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I’d rather chain myself to you, Brock Gentry.”
He raised both eyebrows with interest. “I like that idea. Say you’ll marry me, Josie.”
Shocked at his sudden proposal, she pulled away and stared at him, but he just held on tighter to keep her from fleeing.
“If you’re still stuck on marrying a blue suit man, I’ll buy that blue suit and wear it just for you. As long as you’re with me, I don’t care what I’m wearing.”
She kissed his lips with a promise in her heart that what she’d been looking for all her life was what she had in her arms at that very moment. “Forget the blue suit. I love you just the way you are.”
He cocked his head to one side. “What was that?”
“What?”
“That thing you just said.”
She smiled, her whole heart and soul bursting. “I love you, Brock Gentry.”
He nuzzled her neck with a kiss. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to saying those words to me.”
“I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you want me to for the rest of our lives.”
“Thank you, God,” he said. “And just for the record, I’m a man who likes coming home to the same woman each and every night. I don’t care where we make home, I just know that’s where I’ll be if I’ve got you in my arms. There will always be women at every gig, pulling at me. Is that something you can handle?”
“Don’t put your feelings in a song, Brock. Just tell me what’s in your heart. Just like this. I want to know it and feel it from you. Do you love me?”
“You’d better believe it, lady. More than life itself.”
Blue suit be damned. “Then that’s enough for me.”
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