Chapter 2Wendy considered herself a smart girl. Perceptive. Generally good with people. But when it came to Macaulay Jensen, all of that went out the window. She’d liked him from the moment they were introduced at an after-party in Tulsa. He was exactly the physical type that always drove her craziest—tall and lean, with sad green eyes and killer dimples. Then when she’d actually heard him sing, everything all went to hell.
Because Macaulay Jensen opened his mouth, and Wendy fell head over heels.
Nobody sounded like Macaulay. He made the most mundane lyrics sound like prayers. When he sang, the world stopped, and all Wendy knew was the magic he made her feel. Toss in the flash of his smile, or the dance of his long hands over the strings of his acoustic guitar, and she was utterly lost.
