Brady stopped singing, but the crowd kept on belting out the lyrics, all a cappella. He moved the mic so his words to her didn’t come through the speaker.

“I was a fool. I’m ready to talk about our future. Whether that’s here in Nashville or back in Arbor Bay, I don’t care. I just want to be with you,” he said, that carefree smile doing things to every part of her body and heart. “So let me show you by singing this next part really badly. I really need you tonight! Forever’s gonna start tonight! Forever’s gonna start tonight!”

Sloane laughed as Brady went full rock star. He sang his heart out but never finished the chorus.

Sloane jumped into his arms and gave him the same kiss her mother had given her father onstage, all those years ago.

The crowd behind them went wild.

Epilogue

Epilogue

A year later, Brady finished yet another rendition of “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” Most of the audience was the same, plus a hundred more familiar faces, but the venue had changed from Nashville to his second-favorite spot in the world.

Cassidy’s Place in Arbor Bay, Alabama.

He didn’t know it was possible to love something more than the family bar, but the new-old house that he and Sloane had bought the month before had quickly edged into the lead. Though that had nothing to do with the building and everything to do with the woman.

She waved him over to the open barstool next to her, clapping when he got closer.

“Have I told you that’s my favorite thing you do?” she asked after a quick kiss.

Brady arched his brow high.

“And here I thought it was that twisty thing I do in bed.”

Atomic. Cherry. Red.

She swatted at him as Santana basically cackled behind the bar. Dixon looked between them but had his focus on one of Felicity’s cousins. She was one of many women who were still all about the tampon selection in the bathroom. What had been a laughable idea had become a weird but good PR boost for the bar.

Not that the bar needed it anymore.

The shiny, new allure of The Drinking Spot no longer appealed to Arbor Bay. Cassidy’s was back to being the place to be. It probably helped that the Robertsons had become regulars.

All of them.

“I still think you should add some new dance moves,” came Carol’s voice from next to them. She waved at Dixon, who kept his conversation going while making her drink. “You know, maybe throw in a split to really wow the crowd.”

Sloane laughed. “I actually completely agree with her on this.”