Unsung by Shannon Richard Read Free Book Online

close-confined cab of Liam’s truck. A beautiful blue and white 1971 Chevy.
    “So where did you find a C-ten in impeccable condition?” she asked as she ran her hand over the tan vinyl seats.
    He looked at her, his eyebrows raised high above his aviator sunglasses.
    “What? I’m just as capable of appreciating a good car as the next person.”
    “Apparently. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He grinned at her before he turned back to the road.
    “I thought you figured that out by now.”
    “Oh, I think it would take me a lot longer than this to figure you out, honey.”
    God. The way he said honey was sinful. How could a word be sinful? It was his voice, all deep and rich. Not too twangy, not too southern, but just right.
    Oh great, apparently she was Goldilocks when it came to the timbre of a man’s voice. Or maybe it was just this man’s voice. It did funny things to her senses.
    “You keep calling me that,” she said before she could stop herself.
    “What?”
    “Honey.”
    “It’s appropriate, isn’t it? As you smell like it…and taste like it everywhere .”
    Oh, look at that, she was thinking about last night’s activities again and imagining a repeat performance. “So, what about this truck?” she asked, unable to hide the small quaver in her voice.
    “The truck belonged to my grandfather Freddy,” Liam answered, apparently taking pity on her and letting her change the subject. “He’s the reason it’s in the shape it’s in, the reason it still runs like a dream. He taught me how to drive in this bad boy. He passed away when I was seventeen and left it to me.”
    “Well, you’ve done a good job with it.”
    “Thanks.” He turned to her again and flashed her another smile before his eyes were back on the road as he made a right and pulled into the parking lot of the bar. “Which one is yours?” There were a handful of cars still parked in scattered spots.
    “That one.” She pointed to the bright red FJ Cruiser.
    “Well, aren’t you fancy?”
    “Only on the weekends.” Actually the Cruiser had been a massive splurge for her. Her Explorer had crapped out a few years ago and she’d needed another SUV with decent space in the back.
    Harper was a licensed massage therapist and split her time between LaBella—a high-end resort on Mirabelle beach—and Rejuvenate—a spa in the downtown area. She also did a few side jobs where she had to transport her own massage table. Then there were her homemade lotions and massage oils that she delivered to her local buyers.
    So it had been all about the utility. Though she wasn’t going to lie, she sure did love the fact that it didn’t break down every other month and leave her stranded all over the county. Plus, she loved driving it. Which was why she’d decided to make this trek to Nashville a nine-hour road trip as opposed to flying.
    Liam parked in front of it, putting his truck in gear before he turned fully to her, resting one of his arms on the back of the bench seat.
    “So what’s it going to be, Harper? Do I get to see you again?” he asked as he pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head.
    Well, wasn’t that the question of the morning? Harper had gotten another apologetic text from her aunt that morning. Celeste’s patient—both momma and baby—from the night before were having complications from the surgery. She was going to be on call for the next twenty-four hours.
    So Harper could spend the evening that would’ve been her wedding drinking alone and wallowing…or with Liam who made her forget things.
    Decisions, decisions .
    “What time?”
    The relief in his eyes was immediate, and his mouth split into the biggest grin she’d seen on his face since she’d met him.
    “Seven o’clock. You going to remember how to get there?”
    “Uhh, probably not.” She shook her head. “I’m much more of a learn-by-doing type.”
    “Is that so?” he asked, his eyebrows rose up his forehead again, this time more