Chapter Seven
Mack
Fine, my a*s. Sharing a bed with Ash was anything but fine. I was in for a sleepless night, and I just prayed that I didn’t actually fall asleep and end up twined around her again.
In an effort to make sure we didn’t have much time alone in the room, I suggested we go out for drinks at a bar after dinner. It turned out, the bar was having an open mic night. That was all fine and good until Ash decided to go up and play. Ash’s voice was divine—throaty and raspy with a Southern twang that strummed every cord in my body. Watching her was transporting.
By the time her voice rang out the last note, every hair on my body was standing. I took a gulp of my ice-cold beer and willed myself to get a grip. As I had learned was the case whenever Ash performed, plenty of men crowd
