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course, it wasn’t just the singing I was looking forward to, but I needed to keep my good-girl side appeased. I arrived at Finnegan’s by 8:00 - an hour earlier than usual - hoping to catch him before he went on stage.
    “You’re early . ” Jo sh grinned from behind the bar.
    “Yea, thought I’d try to get a beer and a good seat if it’s supposed to be busier than last night.”
    Josh shook his head as he dried glasses; he knew I was lying.
    “Shut up, Josh. Is Monica here yet?” I laughed. I was speaking to Josh, but looking for Bo .
    “Hey, I didn’t say anything,” Josh put up his hands in defense, “it was just awesome seeing you up there last night, that’s all. Monica should be here in a few.”
    “It felt so good being up there. I want to do it again.”
    “You should think about singing here regularly.” Josh slid my pint across the bar.
    “You’re kidding,” I panned as I welcomed the cold brew into my mouth.
    “I’m not shitting you, Em. You’ve got something special goin’ on.” Josh playfully smacked my arm with the bar towel.
    “Where the hell is your girlfriend, anyway?” I teased.
    Almost on cue, Monica glided next to me and lifted herself up on the bar. She gave Josh the kind of kiss one gives to someone they’d been separated from for months. Once again (and this was a pattern a girl could get used to), I felt and smelled Bo before I saw him.
    “Hey guys!” Bo Cavanaugh looked every bit as striking as he had the night before on stage, and in my dreams. The dark jeans from last night returned, but tonight he was wearing a fitted black sleeveless shirt in response to the heat. His shoulders sat with such prominence, it was like they were guarding the rest of his body. His taught masculinity made my mouth run dry.
    “Hey, Bro.  Here’s a pint on the house.” Josh was certainly a class-act. He knew he wanted Bo to play here regularly, and what better way is there to butter a guy up than with some hometown brew?
    “ Thanks, Bro, I appreciate it. Ember, you wanna sing something with me tonight?” Bo touched the small of my back, but it rather lacked that little something extra that I was hoping for. He seemed a little casual after last night’s kiss. I wondered if I offered too much, too soon.
    Hell no! That was hot.
    “Sure.  Did you have something in mind?” I smiled and cocked an eyebrow as I turned to face him. I ignored Josh’s snickering.
    “I’ll surprise you .  J ust come up when I give you the nod.” He mimicked his nod and I giggled. Giggled. God help me.
    The four of us spent the next hour sipping a beer, or two, and talked about music. I raved about Ani Difranco, Goo Goo Dolls, Patty Griffin, and the list went on. I had certainly found my musical soul mate - one who rivaled my parents even - and I could have lived on that conversation alone. Well, I could have lived on a music conversation alone, had I not kissed him. No, now that I knew what his mouth was capable of away fr om a microphone, I needed more.
    “K, I’m headed up,” Bo said a second after Josh tapped the mic. “See you in a few,” he whispered in my ear so closely that I thought it was meant to be a kiss, as wel l; his electricity overrode my system once again.  As he walked away, I saw what appeared to be the top of a tattoo at the base of his neck, and made a mental note to check that out later.
    Bo started his set with some of his original work, which blew me away; Monica kept elbowing me during his songs to raise her eyebrows and widen her eyes. Josh had a proud smile on his face, shaking his head back and forth like he couldn’t believe we hadn’t heard of him until now. My i nsides sashayed with each note.
    My soul has always felt music deeper than my ears could ever hear it; I was involuntarily swaying to his beats. Occasionally , he’d glance up at me during his songs ; it felt like musical foreplay. I always returned his smile, sometimes while casually biting my lower lip. Two