The sound of Annie’s laughter made Bristol’s stomach quiver. “I have a car, but she definitely cost less than the guitar.”

“Whatever it takes. I think you’re doing great,” Bristol said. She admired Annie for going about things differently than she did.

Annie blushed. “Thank you.”

Bristol liked how she didn’t try to compare their levels of success. That was the difference between a fan and a friend. “Now play something.” She leaned forward to watch Annie’s hands. After several minutes and a few suggestions, Annie was able to improve.

“I can’t believe this. I’ve been playing forever, and you improve me in ten minutes.” Annie said.

“Don’t take it personally. Remember, I was taking piano, guitar, and voice lessons for years before I even cut an album. I practiced every day for hours with overpaid music teachers. Hey. Let me grab my guitar,” Bristol said. She returned with her Preston Thompson acoustic. “Since we’re sharing our babies, here’s mine.” She handed it to Annie.

“Oh, my gosh.” Annie leaned the neck of her guitar against the table and stood to wrap the strap of Bristol’s around her neck. “She’s gorgeous.” She ran her hands over the smooth rosewood neck and body. “How many guitars do you have? I don’t think I’ve seen this one before.”

“On this tour I have six, but she stays on the bus.” Bristol leaned closer to Annie. “I don’t trust anyone with her.”

Annie was so close and her breath a mere whisper. She widened her eyes playfully. “But you trust me.”

Bristol nodded slowly. “I do.”

“Can I play your guitar?”

“Why, Miss Foster, that’s such a personal question.”

“May I?”

“Of course,” Bristol said. Her face got really close to Annie’s as she maneuvered around her to sit. “Play me something.”

Annie thought for a moment and strummed chords until she got comfortable. “She’s so smooth. I love her.”

“Don’t forget what you just learned,” Bristol said. She smiled when Annie closed her eyes to concentrate. She was flawless. Her skin was smooth. Slight laugh lines at the corners of her eyes became more pronounced when she smiled as she felt her way across the strings. Bristol wanted to kiss her. When Annie opened her eyes and started singing, Bristol caught herself leaning closer and made herself sit back. Annie was giving her a mini concert. When she finished the song, Bristol applauded.

“You have such a clear voice. It’s so impressive.”

Annie touched Bristol’s arm. “And I would kill for yours. It’s so sexy, and your range is incredible.”