Page 42 of Spring Break with a Bass Player
She’s worth it all.
The makeshift stageis nestled right in the heart of Love Beach as the band takes their places and Declan grabs the mic.
“What’s up,Love Beach!?”
The crowd goes wild as Landon pounds on the drums, the bass echoing as tourists and locals jump and cheer. Spring break has come and gone, but this town is always ready for a party and we’re ready to play.
“My name is Declan and I brought some friends with me today. Do you want to meet them?” Ever the showman, Declan introduces Sam, Nick, Corbin, Landon, and me, the crowd giving us each the kind of love that has us all grinning like fools. “We’re TCA and we’ve got a heck of a show planned for you today!”
The sound is deafening as we launch into our first song, my body moving to the beat as I lose myself in the music. It’s always like this, whether I’m in front of a crowd or in my living room. It’s always the same.
Saige’s perfume lingers on my clothes, the wind swirling it around me like some kind of spell. My lips twitch as my eyes lock on her in the crowd. She’s singing, swaying to the music as she spins Haven around. Wells and Vienna stand next to them with drinks in their hands, along with Isaac and his wife, my parents, and a bunch of the firefighters and their wives and girlfriends. The only one notably missing is my sister, but I get it.
She’s kicking ass and taking names, and if we’re all lucky, she’ll be home by the time the weather turns.
We take turns jamming out, our eyes locking as one song turns into the next, the energy on stage crackling between us. We came off the road for a much needed break, to reset and reconnect, and somehow landed in a place that would change our lives forever.
Love Beach welcomed us with open arms, tourists and locals coming out to listen to us play, to get to know us in a way we’d never had anywhere else when we toured.
It’s new.
Different.
And just what we need.
It’s definitely what I need.
Meeting Saige’s gaze, I smile and mouthI love you.
Pressing her hand to her chest, she looks around with a faux innocence that has me shaking my head before she grins and mouths it back.
Love Beach isdefinitelywhat I need.
But nothing compares to my girl and the love I’ve found in the Lowcountry.
EPILOGUE
BRIDGER
6 MONTHS LATER
“Ican’t believe we’re late.” Saige huffs as we make our way across the parking lot to Love Beach Brews.
“Beautiful, it’s for the good of all mankind that we’re late.” I laugh and while I know she wants to be offended, she can’t be because I’mright.
“Fine,” she muses in a way that says it’s notfineat all.
Her hand is almost on the door handle, when I grab her and spin her back to me, tangling my fingers in Saige’s hair and kissing the hell out of her until she melts against me. I worked too hard on those orgasms to have her be anything but a delight right now.
“Better?”
“I was?—”
“Donotsay fine,” I tease and she grins against my mouth.
“But then you’ll work extra hard to take care of me later.”
“Insatiable.”
