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her
legs."
    Dex gave a plaintive cry. Josie wasn't sure if it was the reference to the dog or the fact that she'd just pulled
up next to the big, touring bus. The engine was burning
diesel, making noise and spewing choking, hot fumes.
Dex meowed a little more as she opened the passenger
side door and pulled him out by the handle of the animal carrier he was secure in.

    "It's going to be okay, Dex. Remember, it's an
adventure."
    God, she hoped so. She hoped it wouldn't end up
being an adventurous disaster.
    "You made it," Brock said, coming out from around
the front of the bus.
    "Was there ever a doubt?" she quipped nervously.
    He just smiled and reached out to take the carrier
from her.
    Josie shook her head. "Nope, not this one. This is
precious cargo. He comes with me."
    "I'll take your luggage then."
    "I just have a duffle in the trunk, and some things to
make Dexter comfortable."
    "I still can't believe I let you talk me into taking a cat
on the road."
    "Where I go, Dex goes. No room for negotiations
there. He travels well though. You'll hardly notice him
at all. You see, it's a package deal with us."
    His smile was like sunshine, warming her to the
core. "It's a fine package."
    Still, she rolled her eyes. "Can't you think of a better
pickup line?"
    He looked momentarily hurt, until the corners of his
lips curled into a smile that lit his eyes. And he had the
most extraordinary eyes.

    "I'll have to remember that about you. Nothing
halfway, nothing phony."
    "Absolutely. Give me the real thing or nothing at
all."
    What the heck were they talking about? She wasn't
in the market for anything from Brock other than a
chance to do what she loved. This was a second chance
to prove herself, and do things right. Dance with the big
boys, rough it out with the mad dogs and come out a
winner. A winner doing things her way for a change,
instead of getting a dog food commercial bone thrown
at her.
    "I'll be sure to remember that about you." His smile
returned and when it did something sparked to life deep
in her soul. He had a nice smile, genuine and pleasing.
Josie found it hard to turn away from him.
    In the studio, Brock had been focused and passionate
about what he was doing. Sure, there was ribbing all
around by the musicians and sometimes it got out of
hand when the locker room talk escalated. Then they'd
all remember there was a woman in the room and that
usually amounted to tossing cold water on the subject.
    Josie had laughed a few times about the looks on
their faces. She was used to the boys room talk and felt
comfortable around it, even if she knew her presence
wasn't always welcome. She did know that she
belonged there, a part of it all.
    And she belonged here, she decided as she boarded the
bus. Something about this journey felt like going home.
    Josie sat in the back of tour bus, quietly removed
from the boisterous activity of the rest of the band as they argued about the set list. She seemed at home here,
Brock thought with relief. Removed, but still very
much a part of what was going on. That was good. He'd
half expected her not to show up.

    She had the cat on her lap and lovingly stroked his
fur in long, tender strokes. Every so often, she'd gaze
out the window and turn her head back to him. Their
eyes would meet and she would smile. A simple gesture, but it was nothing short of splendid.
    And something inside him did funny things. He
couldn't quite put a finger on it or figure out what was
drawing him toward her. Or making his mouth say the
most idiotic things.
    "Twenty-three cities in twenty-five days. Twentythree shows in less than four weeks." Miles Roper, the
drummer who'd worked with them in the studio and
had only just starting working with Brock live, stood
up, drumsticks between his fingers, and gestured to the
other bands members as if he were about to pull a rabbit out of a hat. "Now whose bright idea was this?"
    The sound of a tab from a soda can being