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feeling these last few weeks was all one-sided. He'd
imagined Josie feeling those same things too.
    There were times when he'd look at Josie and would
think they were both talking to each other, saying the
same things with their eyes. Only with their eyes. When
his lips had touched hers just now, he knew her
response, understood it, even though she was trying to
deny it now. She was good at pulling back her emotions. He already had that part of her figured out. He
just didn't know why.
    "Brock, it was a mistake," she repeated in a rushed
whisper.
    He shook his head and reached for her, brushing his
hand along her hair and settling it on her shoulder.
Something warm and tingling stirred inside him with
the contact. He was infinitely glad that Josie didn't pull
away.
    "You're telling me you didn't feel a thing? Nothing
at all?"

    She lifted her chin in challenge but didn't say a
word.
    He sighed. "Okay. Are you telling me that what's
been happening between us is all in my head? If the
answer is yes, then I'll leave you alone. I won't touch
you again and we can forget this ever happened."
    Josie gazed up at him with those unbelievably beautiful eyes. His mouth suddenly went cotton dry and the
air around him seemed to be sucked right out of his
lungs as he waited for her answer.
    "No." She glanced at the ground for a brief second
and shook her head. Brock was comforted in knowing
she hadn't lied to him about her feelings. It made him
that much more determined to figure out what she was
so afraid of. Tipping her chin up with his fingers, he
forced her to look him in the face.
    "Good. I was afraid this was all in my head."
    Bending his head to kiss her again, he was startled
and a little disappointed as she pulled back.
    "We have an audience."
    He chuckled low, shock replaced by a light heart.
    "I didn't figure you for being shy. Is that what's bothering you?"
    "I can't believe it doesn't bother you."
    Brock shrugged and moved in closer to her, mere
inches from her ear. "It shouldn't be a problem. It just
means we're going to have to be a little creative if we
want to steal a few minutes alone."
    Sighing, Josie crossed her arms over her chest. "It's
more complicated than that and you know it. Twentythree cities in twenty-five days. Every waking moment
is going to be spent living and breathing the next show." Josie shook her head, biting on her bottom lip. "This
isn't the right time. We can't do this."

    "We can, if we both want it."
    "Every conversation we have comes back to the
band, or recording, or the show. What do we have outside of this? We don't know each other outside the band
and what we do here."
    "Twenty-three cities in twenty-five days. We've got
the time to get to know each other, Josie. I want to know
all the reasons why you're looking for a blue suit. I
want to know your favorite color, flavor of ice cream,
and why you lobbied so hard to get your cat a seat on
this bus."
    "I told you. It may sound crazy, but I don't go anywhere without Dex."
    "It means you're a loyal friend. I like that. That's a
good quality."
    "Is that what you want out of this? A friend?" she
asked, cocking her head to one side. "Just for the
record, I'm not in the habit of passionately kissing my
friends."
    The sound of boots coming closer had Josie glancing
over his shoulder and caused Brock to turn as well. Will
was treading down the aisle toward them.
    "The next stop is in about a half hour. We can all
stretch out our legs a bit," Will said. "I just set up a
photo gig. We've got to get you some shine, kid. These
clothes are the pits."
    Running a hand down the front of his chest, Brock
said, "What's wrong with what I have?"
    Will chuckled. "Boy, you look like you just walked
right off the pasture. You need some flash. Something that's going to make people notice you. Trust me on
this. People are going to remember the name Brock
Gentry."

    "They're going to remember me, all right," Brock
said,