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a
fairly large, and definitely unladylike, sip of her wine.
    “Play your cards right...” He wiggled his
eyebrows at her, looking a bit lecherous.
    “ Well, it’s almost my bedtime so
you’d better deal, cowboy?” Holy crap, where am I coming up with this stuff?
It’s been a long time, and he’s hot. Who cares, girl? Go for
it.
    He laughed. “You sure grew up, Madison
Hughes.”
    Then he started to strum the guitar and
sing.
    She sat back and listened as he sang a
variety of songs. His deep, melodic voice lulled her. She watched
his fingers on the guitar and wondered how they would feel in her
hair, on her skin. The groan actually escaped her lips before she
could hold it back this time.
    He stopped playing. “Don’t like that
song?”
    She just shook her head. She was
slightly light-headed and she realized she’d probably had a few too many glasses of wine.
Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned over and kissed him. She
had known this man for a long time, yet not really known him. It
was time to change that. As he put his guitar down and pulled her
closer, she glanced at the clock. Ten o’clock. Past her bedtime.
Tonight she didn’t care if she slept at all. Happy Valentine’s Day to
me.
    ***
    “Hey, babe.” Cam called in through the
doorway.
    “Back here.” Madison was in her room,
changing after work. She was going to help Cam go through some of
his promotional ideas. He’d been home for a couple of weeks and
they’d spent a lot of time together. She had even bought some
marketing items for Cupcake Castle through his company. He had
admitted to her that he was starting to like the work and was
finding there were ways to be creative with it. It wasn’t quite how
he felt when he sang, but soon he was going to start a regular
weekend gig at one of the local pubs. He had decided to stick
around for a while. She had been thrilled to hear that.
    She had just pulled her top on when he came
in the room.
    “Mmm. Maybe we should stay in.” He wrapped
his arms around her and gave her a long, slow kiss.
    She pushed against his chest. “Come on. I’m
starving, and we have to go over these ideas so you can present
them tomorrow. It could be a really big account.”
    “I know, you’re right.” He tugged on her
hand, leading her into the living room. “First, I want you to hear
a song I’ve been practicing for the gig this weekend. I picked it
for you.”
    She sat down and waited for him to get set
up. Listening to him sing brought her thrills every time. She liked
to think that every song he sang was for her, but this was the
first time he had said so.
    Wow . She listened more intently,
“...love you, like nobody’s loved you...”
    For most of her life she had hated love
songs. Now, for the very first time, she thought she might be
starring in one of her own.
    “...win your trust making memories of us.”
He finished playing. “Well?”
    She shifted over to where he was sitting,
removed the guitar and straddled his lap. “You were right. We
should stay in.” She lowered her head, gently bit his lower lip,
and then kissed him. “Let’s start making those memories.”
    Love songs rock.
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