It was a brand new life – one he’d never dared to dream of. And he couldn’t wait for it to begin.
He brushed the tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, pressing his lips to her nose. “I love you, baby,” he whispered to her, then looked down at her belly. “And you, too, baby.”
Autumn laughed through her tears. “And we love you, too. So much.”
Then she kissed him hard, as though she could never get enough of him.
“Come and dance with me,” he murmured against her lips. “We’ve got some celebrating of our own to do.”
They really did. As far as he was concerned, he’d be celebrating forever. Because his life was finally what he’d wanted it to be all along. Happy and complete.
Thanks to her.
THE END
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CHAPTER 1
The auditorium resounded with cheers, whistles, and catcalls. The thump of feet on the sticky tiled floor echoed with the sound of blood rushing through Gray Hartson’s ears. He stood for a moment, his guitar hanging from his shoulder, his hands wrapped around the microphone, and let himself take it in.
This was the high. The rush that never lasted. But he’d take it while it did. For as long as it did.
“Sydney, you were awesome. Thank you and good night.” Even with ear monitors in, he couldn’t hear his own voice over the crowd. It didn’t seem like they would be stopping any time soon. He lifted his hand and turned to go, but the noise increased, wrapping
him like a blanket as he strolled off the stage.
In the wings, one roadie removed Gray’s ear monitors, the other lifted his guitar over his head to carefully place it on a stand. Gray took a towel from somebody’s hands and wiped the sweat from his face, then grabbed a bottle of water and swallowed the whole thing in one go.
“They’re gonna have to turn the lights on if they want them to go home,” his manager, Marco, said, grinning at Gray as they walked down the hallway toward the dressing rooms. “Three encores. Three! Thank god we rehearsed them all. They’re in love with you out there.” Once upon a time that would have made him feel ten feet tall. Now he was just exhausted.
Gray pushed the dressing room door open, frowning at all the people inside. The guys from Fast Rush, the up-and-coming band that played his opener for the last leg of his world tour, were already on their third – or possibly fourth – drink, surrounded by a group of women who were giggling with them. He recognized the A&R guys from his record label, and a whole other bunch of groupies who were turning the dressing room into a party. He tried not to sigh.
It wasn’t their fault the low was already hitting.
“Oh my god! It’s Gray Hartson!” One of the girls surrounding Fast Rush had noticed him. All of a sudden, the support band was forgotten as the women surged forward.
“Is the other dressing room empty?” Gray asked Marco, his voice low.
“Yep.”
“Okay, I’ll use that one.”
The second dressing room was used by the local musicians who’d supported the final part of the tour. He turned to leave, but one of the girls grabbed his arm. She slid something into his jeans pocket, and he found himself recoiling at the pressure of her fingers against his hip.
“Something to make you happy,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling. “And my number. Call me.”
Marco closed the door to the first dressing room and rolled his eyes. “I told them not to invite people back. I’m sorry, man.”
“It’s okay. It’s their first major tour.” Gray shrugged as they walked down the hallway. “Can you make sure somebody stays sober to look after them? And to make sure they get back to the hotel safely?”
Marco nodded. “Of course.”