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About Groupie:Moving to a new city isn’t the magic fix Lexie Travis hoped it would be. Sure, she put some mileage between herself and her feuding parents, her miserable dating history, and the memories of a life-altering injury. However, she still feels like a former shadow of herself, hiding behind her diminished confidence and her thorough disbelief in true love. Everything changes when Lexie’s best (and only) friend drags her to a country music concert. Lexie loves country music, but she loathes the top-selling heartthrob who sold out the arena. Jack Morgan became a sensation with a string of degrading, shallow songs that she can’t stand. A startling trauma lands Jack in the hospital, and Lexie is the physical therapist assigned to the VIP treatment of the very man she despises. Jack is drawn to the one woman who appears resistant to his charms and who loves to check his ego every chance she gets, yet gives him the honesty he needs. She’s the opposite of his usual groupies. He can only continue his tour if he receives rehab on the road, and Lexie is the lone person Jack trusts for the job. Reluctantly, she agrees to take the journey on his luxury coach, joining the wild cast of characters on his crew. Yes, she was given many incentives to take the assignment, but the reason she wants to ignore is the dangerous one. Jackson Morgan is growing on her. At every turn, another challenge pushes her away from him. Stepping onto the tour bus is the domino that starts a chain reaction in their lives and challenges them both to change. Could they learn to believe in love and happily ever after? *Please note: Groupie is Volume One in a two-part series
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“Can I have this dance?” he asked very seriously, and I paid attention then to the slow song coming through the windows. It was Eric Clapton's “Wonderful Tonight,” and I was half reluctant and half giddy as I stood and shuffled a step away from the bench with him.
“This is breaking the rules, you only have one crutch,” I reminded him.
“Yes, but in my free hand I hold onto someone I trust very much.” He put his arm tightly around my waist, the other on his crutch to support the right side, and we swayed back and forth, unable to turn. His warm body and strong arm felt comforting, and despite myself, I was leaning into him and enjoying the dance. “Sorry, I’m not a great partner here. I can’t even claim two left feet—just one foot period,” he jested, making me giggle.
“You’re doing just fine…and you smell great.” I sighed and then realized I’d said it out loud and stuttered, “Oh- oops.”
He chuckled at me. “I see white wine is a truth serum for you. I’ll keep that in mind. By the way, I loved watching you dance out there. I hope you know you’re really talented I mean, just because you’re not on a team or in Hollywood, doesn’t mean you can’t still have dance in your life. You should have seen people watching you on the floor; they got so into the music, and you made them want to get up and groove, too. It made the show much better, which makes me look better, and therefore, I owe you again.”
I brushed his comments off by shaking my head. “This was such a fancy night out, believe me, I owe you.”
Another song started, a slightly faster Temptations song, but we stayed put and picked up the tempo of our sway as well. I glanced over to see Joe standing nearby, feigning disinterest in our activity but staying vigilant.
I laughed softly. “Can’t say I’ve ever danced with anyone who needed a bodyguard before.”
He smiled and tucked my hair back where the breeze blew it across my cheek. When the song ended, I yawned, feeling the alcohol pulling at my eyelids. Jackson told me we could leave since the guys loaded the equipment up, and Hank was driving the bus back.
Joe drove the Jeep while Andy and I sat in back, Jackson and his crutches in shotgun. I felt the cool breeze washing over me and my hair blowing all around as I looked up at the stars. I thought of what an amazing date it could have been, if only it was a real date. And that was my last memory of the night.