Page 92 of Tangled Up In You

“After a couple tries, he came on the line. It was weird because I thought he’d be so removed and hard to convince. But as soon as I mentioned Rogue and you, he said he knew the band. That’s when I turned on the charm,” she said with a self-satisfied smile. “I told him how much his music meant to you, that it still inspires you. But you know what really got him?”

“What?” he asked, still flabbergasted. He ran his hands through his hair as he shifted his eyes from her to the scrawled personalized note and back again.

“I told him about you listening to ‘Heroes’ over and over again and how it made you think of trying to still time.”

“Sophie, you didn’t.”

“It really interested him though. And he finally agreed to send me this and said to have you give him a call for an invite to the next show.”

“I can’t believe it. Jesus, this is amazing.” He looked at her and really focused on her for the first time since he saw the signature. “You’re the best, darlin’. The absolute best.”

“You like it?” she asked coyly.

He went to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard.

“Marry me, darlin’,” he whispered in between kisses.

“Okay,” she replied, pressing her body to his.

He pulled away and held her face in his hands as he looked into her eyes. “Before the tour. Marry me before we go out again.”

“That’s … soon.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it would be. But, Sophie, I don’t want to wait. I love you more than anything in the world. I want you to be my wife.”

“Wow. I guess we’ll have to invite Bowie to the wedding, then,” she said with a smile, and Gavin laughed.

The fact that the idea wasn’t that far-fetched given Gavin’s fame reminded her once more that she was living her own version of a fairytale.

54

SOPHIE

Sophie stretched, waking with the slow, tingling realization of what the day held. Rolling over to the empty side of the bed, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed Gavin. The line rang four times before his voicemail picked up. She disconnected and tried again.

“Darlin’?” Gavin answered hoarsely.

“Hi, baby. I wanted to hear your voice before everything got too crazy. Sounds like you had fun last night.”

“Yeah, sure. Got drunk with half of Dublin.”

“Did you cuddle with Conor last night?” she teased.

He laughed. “I didn’t get that drunk. He’s in his room and I’m in the guest room.”

“The fans who ‘ship’ you two will be so disappointed.”

“They’ll survive,” he said.

“Are you going to be able to meet me this afternoon?”

“I’ll do my best. You’ll be the one in the white gown?”

“Yes, that’ll be me.”

“Guess who Conor’s date today is.”

“Who?”

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