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With Your Best Shot start to play on the karaoke track, the crowd erupts in hoots and hollers, mine among them. Jenna takes the microphone out of its stand, strutting around the stage and working the crowd before she even starts to sing. I can’t help but grin. She’s definitely in her happy place up there.
When the first notes leave her mouth, my jaw drops open. I knew she was a good singer; I could tell just from her humming and whistling, and knew she toured with a band of moderate renown. Still--and I’m not prone to hyperbole--her singing is beyond what I knew a human was capable of. Each note is strong, gorgeous, crystal-clear with a sexy growling edge: the voice of a true rocker. Her charisma, too, is off the charts, from every dip of her hips to the winks and grins she gifts to the spellbound crowd. I’m just as enchanted as the rest of the audience, and feel something like pride swelling in my chest. She’s with me, I want to shout, as if this were a teen drama from the 1950’s. Instead, I say nothing, but can’t stop smiling.
That’s my girl.
When the song is over, she strikes a pose, and the crowd loses their collective mind. People stagger to their feet, clapping and cheering as if she just scored the winning touchdown at a football game. Jenna bows, and waves, and bows again, mouthing thank you’s to the front row. It’s a truly magical moment. I wonder if she’s reliving her time touring with her band, and a bittersweet taste enters my mouth. If she were to truly marry me and move to Snow Valley, her time with her band would probably be over…
I don’t have time to dwell on this, because Jenna hurries back to the table, beaming hugely. “That was so much fun!” she exclaims, her eyes sparkling like the stars outside.
I stand up and wrap her in my arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. “You were incredible,” I whisper in her ear. “The best singer I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, stop it,” she murmurs, but I squeeze her even more tightly.
“I mean it,” I say with conviction. Then, to prove my point, I dip her in my arms and kiss her with as much passion I can muster.
When we leave the bar, her plastic first place trophy clutched proudly to her chest, I kiss her again, beneath the smattering of stars.
“You’re something else, Jenna Cook,” I whisper.
She looks up at me, her eyes dancing. “You mean it?”
I smirk. “I didn’t say what the ‘something else’ was.”
She swats at me playfully, and we hold hands all the way home.
Chapter Eight
Jenna
“Oh, my God! Jenna!”
My best friend Sarah squeals and drops her baggage as I run to her and hug her tightly. I can’t believe that I’ve been in Snow Valley for three months now and haven’t seen Sarah in just as long. Usually, we spend every weekend together, doing a bunch of different things: participating in band practice, going to brunch, going shopping, or best of all, listening to music while dancing like crazy people. I’ve been so happy in Snow Valley, but it hasn’t been the same without my bestie.
“It’s so good to see you,” I say into her thick masses of wavy brown hair, still squeezing her tightly.
“You, too!” Sarah pulls away and holds me at arm’s length. “You look incredible. I was worried this tiny town would dull your sparkle, but you’re still shining all over the place!”
I laugh and pick up her bags. “Thanks, babe,” I say. “I’m doing my damndest.”
We leave the airport and head to Matt’s house. Sarah was originally going to stay in a hotel, but Matt insisted on having her stay in his guestroom. When we arrive at his place, Sarah gives a low whistle, eyeing the structure appreciatively. “This place is gorgeous, Jen,” she says.
“Isn’t it?” I agree. “Let me show you the rest of the house.”
We take a quick tour, ending in the guestroom. Sarah flops backward onto the bed and moans in delight. “So comfy,” she says. “This is better than my bed at home. I’m going to have to take it with me.”
“I thought the same thing when I stayed in here.”
Sarah raises a brow. “So there’s only one guestroom, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, where do you sleep?”
I feel myself flush, and Sarah laughs, clapping her hands together in glee. “I knew it! I knew things were getting serious with you two!”