“Right here, right now. But turn up the volume first.” He thrust a finger at the radio.

No need to tell her twice.

She cranked up the volume and placed her hand in Dylan’s. He pulled her from the car and into the rain. Joy shrieked. This was no California drizzle. Dylan laughed, spun her around. Still holding her hand, he started to dance like a crazy man. A crazy man with an incredible sense of style, rhythm, and way too much sensuality for his own good. Oh, my lord, the man could dance.

His exuberance was contagious. Joy threw her head back and laughed. She bounced on her toes and raised her face to the heavens. She danced on the side of the highway. She danced in the rain. She danced for Judy, and she danced with Dylan.

The wind picked up and the rain fell in thick sheets. They were drenched through to their chilled skin. Cars sped past, horns blaring. Joy didn’t care. She just waved.

Sooner than she would have liked, the song wound down, fading into a Bee Gees ballad. Dylan wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her cheek to his wet tee, and he rested his head on hers. They rocked, side to side.

“Best side trip ever,” she said.

“What?” Dylan brought his ear to her mouth so that he could hear.

“Best side trip ever,” she shouted.

He gawked. “Better than jumping off a bridge?”

“Much better!” She laughed and Dylan tightened his embrace. His fingers dug into her soaked hair, holding her against him. She could feel the beat of his heart under her cheek, the warmth of his damp skin under her fingers, his hot breath on her head.

“Thank you, Joy.”

“For what?”

When he hesitated, Joy lifted her face and looked up at him. Her gaze met his and held. Something unfamiliar and vulnerable swirled in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“Ask me, ‘Truth or dare.’”

“Okay . . . ,” she said, unsure where he was going with this. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” But before she could ask him a question, or think of one, he shared his truth. “I dreaded this trip. I didn’t want to take it, but I didn’t have a choice. I have to see this through to the end.”

She frowned. “I don’t understand. Why?”

“Long story, but something unexpected happened last night. I didn’t feel as if I was being forced to play. For the first time ever in my life, I wanted to go onstage and sing. I wanted to hear the crowd and feel their energy. It was incredible.”

“Dylan, that’s huge!” she exclaimed. “But what about Rick?”