His Country Cinderella

“You really are isolated.”

Quickly, he straightened. “Hey, don’t feel sorry for me. That isn’t why I’m telling you this. I just wanted you to understand what happened, not what the press says happened. Not what the lawyers say happened. Heck, I couldn’t believe you didn’t know who I was. I was grateful and humbled. Maybe I need a little more humbling.”

“Because?”

“Because before all this happened I could have had anything I wanted. I could go anyplace I wanted. I could do whatever I wanted. That’s not how normal people live. I haven’t had a normal life since my first CD took off.” He blew out a breath. “Now I sound like I’m complaining about it. I’m not. I appreciate absolutely everything that’s happened to me. But the truth is, since this happened, I have no music in my head, let alone in my heart. It used to be that a verse would just fly into my thoughts no matter what I was doing, and then the music to match it would play, or vice versa. Now there’s nothing. Just silence. Even when there’s noise all around me, there’s silence in me.”

“I haven’t listened to your music yet,” she admitted. “I borrowed CDs from the library. But if you had the gift of music, something that was with you all the time and followed you everywhere and you could just snatch it when you wanted to, and then suddenly it was gone, I’d want to live on a mountaintop, too. I understand what happens when fate deals a blow that no one expects.” She thought about Ed and his accident and how that had turned her life upside down when she’d least expected it. One day she was planning for the birth of her baby and a wedding, and the next…

“That happened with Jonah’s father?” Zane asked with real concern and interest.

“Yes, it did.”

“But you don’t want to go into that now?”

He had just shared so much with her, and she wanted to tell him about Ed, but—

“It’s late and you’re tired,” he realized. “I probably shouldn’t have come over tonight, but I didn’t want to wait. Too much can happen when you wait.”

Feeling shy and a little awkward, she smiled at him. “I’m glad you came over. I was wondering about so much.”

He looked as if he were about to say something more, maybe ask her something. But he didn’t. Instead, he pushed himself to his feet.

She was afraid this was it. Or maybe relieved this was it. They really had nothing in common. Their lifestyles were worlds apart.

Standing, she followed him to the door. She suddenly wanted to say, Please don’t go. But she had a child, and she was a waitress and she had a life here. He could be gone in a flash, in a helicopter or a private plane or a limo.

At the open door, with his Stetson on now, he gazed down at her with an intense look in his eyes. “I like you, Jeannette. I like you a lot. But I have a complicated life right now and I don’t want anybody else to be tainted by it.”

How could they be? He had done nothing wrong. Yet the world was portraying him as selfish, as just another star who was out for the money and the glory and the fame without caring about his fans. But she could see that wasn’t true at all.

“Do you work tomorrow?” he asked.

“I do. But Jonah and I will have time to go to church first. Edna and Mel like to make a big brunch afterward.”

“Sounds nice.”

She’d love to invite him along, but how crazy would that be? Edna and Mel would have a fit at the thought of any man taking their son’s place in her life. Besides, Zane’s cover would be blown. She could see he needed as much peace as he could get right now.

“You enjoy yourselves. Family is really all we have when the going gets rough.”

He was supposed to be leaving and she was supposed to be saying goodbye. But the magnet of their attraction drew them together until they seemed mesmerized by each other.

When Zane slid his hand under her hair, she felt a cool breeze waft along her cheek. It emphasized the warmth of his hand, her own temperature seeming to rise at his touch. It had taken a few dates with Ed before she’d kissed him. This man she’d kissed before she’d even known him. But then, could last night’s brief touching of lips even be considered a kiss?

“I want a taste of you,” he said huskily as his lips descended closer to hers.

His words sent a rippling thrill through her body until she realized a need that had gone unsatisfied within her for years. When Zane’s lips came down on hers tonight, they weren’t gentle or light. Oh, no. Tonight they were hungry, searching for desire to be fulfilled, searching for a response that might or might not be there.

Her body reacted as if she’d been born to respond to Zane. She enfolded her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in tighter. His tongue slid into her mouth and her gasp of pleasure opened her up more completely to him. He explored with a possessive need that almost made her moan. She felt as if a low-burning fire inside of her burst into flames. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth on hers, his tongue retreating, then urging her on. Pressed against him, she felt his arousal and a satisfaction she had long ago forgotten.

When he withdrew and pulled away, they were both breathing hard. She was still trying to catch her breath when he said, “That was Zane the man who kissed you, not Zane Gunther the country singer.”

Then he let her go and walked away, his steps quick, his stride long. She heard him gallop down the stairs and then his bootfalls faded away.

She knew one thing for certain. If Zane Gunther could sing as well as he kissed, his music would come back to him. She was sure of it.

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