“Drew,” she whispered, her voice sounding reverent, “that’s beautiful.”
No, you are. “Thank you.”
“Are you going to write lyrics for it?”
“Eventually.” He swallowed. “The music just came to me the other night. You’re the first person I’ve shared it with.”
“I’m so honored.”
They stared at each other for a moment, and the urge to kiss her nearly overwhelmed him. But he couldn’t give in to that longing just yet. Instead he pushed back from the piano and stood. “How about some dessert?”
“Oh yes. I brought a chocolate cake.”
“Wonderful. I’ll put on some coffee.”
Soon they were sitting at the table sipping coffee and eating slices of the best cake he’d ever eaten.
“Do you remember when we used to sit on your parents’ pier and stargaze?” She rested her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm as her expression became nostalgic. “We would stretch out on the pier and stare up at the sky for hours, talking about everything and pretending to pick out constellations.”
Drew set his fork down. “Let’s go do it.”
“Right now?” Her brow puckered.
He pushed his chair back and stood. “Yes. Right now.”
“Okay.” She laughed as she stood too.
Chapter7
Kacey smiled over at Drew as he drove his Honda down Splendid Lake Loop toward his parents’ lakefront home. She folded her arms over her middle and settled back in the seat as she contemplated how much fun she’d already had this evening. She didn’t want it to end.
“What are you smiling about?” Drew asked.
Heat infused her cheeks as she turned toward him. “I was just thinking about that time we took your dad’s boat out without asking, lost track of time, and then got in trouble when we brought it back.”
Drew snorted. “I remember that clearly.”
“I still don’t understand why you were in trouble though. We didn’t damage the boat.”
“It was because I didn’t ask first.”
“And that was my fault because it was my idea. Again.”
He gave her a sideways glance. “You didn’t force me, Kace.”
“No, but I seemed to always get you into trouble.”
His expression became intense, and her throat suddenly felt dry.
“It was always worth it.” His features softened with the admission.
Drew steered his car onto the long, winding driveway that led to his parents’ sprawling, two-story brick colonial home that sat on at least five acres of lakefront land. This was where Drew had grown up and where Kacey had spent countless hours with him. Memories poured over her as Drew drove halfway up the driveway and flipped off the headlights.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he killed the engine.
He pushed open his door, and the dome light lit up his devious smile. “We’re going to sneak out onto the pier.”
“Because you want to avoid seeing your parents.”
