"You didn't."

"So, do you really like that type of music?" he asks.

"I don't know. It's okay. I don't have anything against it, but it's not my favorite," I answer honestly.

"You said your parents were musicians. What happened?"

My stomach dives. I take a minute to gather my thoughts and inform him, "I grew up with my grammy and my grandpa because my parents were always on the road. I was only five when their tour bus smashed into the side of a concrete bridge. There weren't any survivors." I look out the window, blinking hard. I rarely get emotional over my parents. Typically, it's over my grammy. Maybe it's because I'm about to get married and not one person I know will be there, even if it is a fake union.

Sebastian's voice fills with sympathy. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. "I'm sorry to hear that. That must have been hard for you."

Something about Sebastian being sympathetic makes me nervous. I pull my hand away and clasp it with my other hand in my lap, claiming, "It's fine. There's nothing I can do to change it."

Silence fills the air, and tension grows between us. He questions, "And what happened to your grandparents?"

"My grandfather died of a heart attack about five years ago. My grandmother died over the summer from a stroke."

"That's tough, Sunshine," Sebastian states.

I turn back toward the window, glancing at the cars we're racing past.

"You don't have any siblings?" Sebastian questions.

That ache grows bigger. I shake my head. "No, it's just me."

"Hmm," is his only reply to that.

I don't want to ask him what his hmm is about, so I change the subject. "What will your family think of me?"

He grins, and my heart skips another beat. He states, "They're going to love you."

"Why do you think that?" I inquire.

He gives me a look like I'm crazy. "Because you're perfect."

Heat rushes to my cheeks again.

He continues, "You're polite and charming. You've got the southern girl act down perfectly."

"I don't put on an act," I insist.

He waves me off. "You know what I mean. Plus, you're hot. Sexy. You check all the boxes."

More embarrassment fills me.

He thinks I'm hot and sexy?

This is not good.

I don't think anyone's ever thought I was sexy before.

I stay quiet, growing flustered and thinking about our kiss again.

Sebastian gets off at an exit. "Well, get ready for the country. It's going to be nothing but farmland from here on out."

My stomach churns with nerves. This is something I never thought I would do, yet here I am.

We don't speak the rest of the ride. My anxiety kicks into full gear when he pulls through the large gate.

What if they don't like me?

It doesn't matter. It's only for a month.