Chapter 8
“I feel sick.” Abbey’s cheeks were pale beneath the blush the makeup technician had added, and her hands were knit together in her lap.
Kyle felt awful about it. How could it not have occurred to him that she’d be absolutely terrified of a TV interview? She’d always hated public speaking.
Deanna James, his publicist, beamed an encouraging smile at Abbey. “You’ll do fine. You’re gorgeous, and you snagged one of country music’s hottest bachelors. You’re the one going home with him. So, just remember that if you start to think about the other women watching and wishing they were you.”
He wasn’t sure that would do a damned thing to help, even if their situation was exactly what it appeared to be from the outside. Moving closer, he squeezed Abbey’s shoulder and found her stiff as
