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Chapter 16

“So now I have to step up my game on social media,” Dylan said as they crossed the Cumberland on Korean Veterans Boulevard. “Before leaving the house, I shared a picture of Bumblebee getting hair on my pants with some complaint about trying to look nice and he isn’t helping.”

“Remember back when we were kids and didn’t stare at a screen all day?” Charley pined. “Good times.”

“But think of all those selfie opportunities we missed.” He grinned her way. “And the food that never got its day to shine. Chocolate gravy on a Sunday morning, or deer meat on the grill.” Dylan shook his head. “How was life ever worth living without fifteen likes on a pic of your peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich?”

“Grandpa loves chocolate gravy. Makes me feel bad that I never got Granny to teach me how to make it.”

They stopped at a red light at Second Avenue. “That’s easy. Sugar, cocoa, and flour. Add a little milk, whisk, and put it on the stove.”

Now this was a revelation. “You cook?” Charley asked. She had not been blessed with the magical powers required to throw seven ingredients in a pan and turn out something edible.

Dylan nodded proudly. “I can put together a meal now and then. Granny had bad knees, but she refused to give up working in the kitchen. When she couldn’t stand at the counter anymore, I became her understudy, so to speak.” The light turned green, but he had to wait for the straggling tourists to scurry across before driving on. “Five foot nothing and as sweet as the day is long, but if you didn’t follow her orders exactly as she rattled them off, Granny would tear you up one side and down the other.”

“I think we might have had the same grandmother.” Charley chuckled. “Except Gram knew I had no business being in the kitchen, so I got the scolding if I dared get too close. Mama was a wonderful cook. Together they could put out a spread that would feed an army. And all in a matter of hours.” Sighing, she watched a young girl skip along the sidewalk. “Unfortunately, that tradition died with them.”

“Doesn’t have to,” Dylan said. “You could cook if you wanted to.”

Charley shook her head. “You’ve clearly never seen me in a kitchen. I can barely boil water.”

“You mean like you have no musical abilities? We proved that wrong, didn’t we?”

“We both know I didn’t play a thing on that guitar.”

“Sure you did.” He smiled. “And we’ll get you cooking, too. Like anything else, it takes a little practice.”

Though his faith in her was naively misplaced, Charley appreciated the belief all the same. Dylan made a right to cross over to Demonbreun Street, only to find a line of black cars in front of them, mostly limousines.

“I thought this was a dinner.” She watched a highly recognizable artist climb out of one of the limousines and make her way up the stairs. “Is that a red carpet?”

“They’re celebrating a biopic documentary of Merle Haggard,” he replied, edging forward as the black SUV in front of them did the same. “I didn’t get the red-carpet memo, either.”

As if saving them from some great embarrassment, a valet sprinted around the front of the truck and waited for Dylan to lower his window. “Are you here for the event?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it looks like we might be in the wrong line.”

“No problem. I’ll take it from here, and you two can make your way in.”

Dylan glanced over to Charley with a shrug and said, “Sounds good, man. Thanks.” To Charley he said, “I guess we’re walking the red carpet. You good with that?”

“No,” she answered, watching another chart-topper climb the stairs. “But I’ll give it my best shot.”

Taking her hand, he dropped a kiss on her knuckles. “Thank you.”

Before she knew it, Dylan had rounded the truck, helped her down, and was escorting her along the sidewalk to the entrance.

“Thank heaven I asked what to wear,” she whispered in his ear, careful not to smack her temple on the brim of his cowboy hat. “But I still think I might be underdressed.”

A major label executive she’d only seen pictures of to that point exited the SUV they’d been following with a woman closely resembling a disco ball on his arm. Charley’s little ten-carat gold earrings didn’t seem all that fancy anymore.

“You look gorgeous,” Dylan assured her, stopping to turn her way mere feet from the main stairs. “In jeans and a T-shirt you’d be the envy of any woman here, and I’m damn proud to have you on my arm.” After tucking her against his side, he lowered the midnight-black hat. “Naomi says the trick to this stuff is to smile but look bored at the same time.”


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