Chapter 4
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Asher froze midway, the glass cup close to his lips. He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol in his system but he wanted so much to run his hands down the side of her legs. Those beautiful legs…
She wasn't tall, and she wasn't short either. She was perfect.
He liked the way the silver blouse reflected when she moved. And the slight sway of her hips as she walked towards him.
Blue, he realized. Her eyes were blue. That had to be his favorite colour now.
She was stunning and he almost dropped the glass when she smiled. His heart rammed against his chest, and he thought that this was a symptom of a heart attack.
How could one woman make him go crazy?
“Old Man Lancaster,” she said.
Damn. Even her voice was special. Everything about her was special. Was he loosing his mind?
He was clearly loosing control of his own thoughts. She glanced barely in his direction before focusing on the old geezer next to him.
Asher tried to play it cool, sipping from his glass and eavesdropping on their conversation. But, dammit, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was mesmerized.
And when she took off her jacket? How do women like these exist?
“Hogwash. You all goin' to see me six feet under before that happens.” the old man said.
Asher could barely focus on the conversation now. However, he did catch something about her boyfriend.
“He’s no longer my boyfriend,” The girl, Wrenlee, said.
For some reason, it caused his heart to flutter. He didn't understand this. Was he already in love with someone he just met a few minutes ago?
The old man said with a smile. “Finally.”
She gave him a small smile before heading towards the small stage on the other side of the bar.
Asher tried not to watch her. He looked back at the bartender and asked for a refill. This was not him. He was cold, calm and collected.
And she didn’t have a boyfriend, he reminded himself.
She was everything he’ve ever wanted.
“I wrote this song myself. I hope you like it as much as I do.” She stated before bringing her fingers down to the guitar.
Oh, she was an artiste.
When she began to sing, Asher swore that he had never heard anyone sing like she did.
Everyone else seemed to disappear around her the more she sang. She was an angel. There was something about the way she sang, it came from somewhere deep within her.
He was frozen, eyes on her.
He noticed how she seemed to be immersed in her singing, forgetting everyone around her.
When she finished and the lights came on, the whole bar was silent and then everyone was on their feet, cheering and screaming.
Asher noticed that his eyes were moist. He brought out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes.
“What the f*ck is wrong with me?” he muttered.
There was a tip jar by her feet and a couple people were throwing coins and bills into it.
Asher fished some $100 dollar bills from his pocket and walked over to the stage. She had started another song but now, her eyes were on his.
Something shifted in them when he came under the lights. He leaned down and put the rolled notes into the jar.
He stared at her for a millisecond before turning and walking back to his stool.
She performed one more song before she stepped down from the stage and said her 'thank you's to the people around.
And then she was walking straight towards him, her tip jar in her hand. She handed it over to her bartender.
“Hold on to this for me, Stan.” She told him before taking a seat between the old man and Asher.
The old man was asleep, his chin buried in his chest. He was snoring.
Wrenlee patted his back softly, and grabbed the glass from Stan. She turned to Asher, “are you going to say something or keep staring?”
Asher chuckled, “I’m a keen observer.”
“Well, observe someone else.” She downed her glass and Stan refilled it.
“There’s no else as interesting in this bar,” he told her. And he was deadly honest.
“Are you new around here?” she asked.
“Do you sing here every night?” he asked, instead.
“One of those guys then,” she dismissed him and drank from her cup.
“Do not compare me to the other men you’ve met, not even your ex boyfriend.” he said. That got her attention. She faced him. “They don’t come close to what I'm capable of doing… or making you feel.”
“If you’re looking for some cheap girl to smash, you passed the club. It's not too far from here.”
Asher smirked. “I’m not that kind of guy either.” Wren noticed the twinkle in his green eyes. They looked really dark in the poor lighting of the bar.
Wrenlee eyed him warily. “Why are you here?”
“Relax, I just want to talk,” he tilted his cup to her, “and drink.” she was silent. “I wanted to go for a drive. I ended up here.”
He told her where he'd driven from. She tired to hide her shock.
“Seems like such a long way for a drive.” she told him.
“I got lost in my thoughts and,” he tilted his head slightly, “I think it was worth it. You're marvellous singer, Wrenlee. I think you can go really far.”
She liked the way he said her name. Strangely, it caused her insides to warm.
She sighed, “Well, there aren’t many opportunities in a small town like this.”
“Why don't you move? Opportunity lies everywhere.”
“This… This is my home. I've always loved this town. My parents died here, my best friend lives here. My boyfriend is the District Attorney… Ohh, my ex-boyfriend, my whole life is here.” she said with a faint smile realizing that she had one less excuse to make.
Asher nodded. “I understand what you're saying but think about it. You're really talented, and I'm not just saying it because you're out of this world, mega crazy stunning.”
She smiled, a real one. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Wrenlee.”
“Wren. Call me Wren.” she told him. They're eyes locked for a moment and the air between them seem to sizzle. Her eyes flitted down to his lips and she wondered if they tasted like the drinks he'd been having.
She found herself wanting to lean in closer.
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