Something bright and buoyant filled Corinne’s chest as she headed toward home. High on the successful rehearsal and study session, she felt lucky and grateful and—dare she admit it?—hopeful for the first time in…maybe ever. This improbable, surprising thing between her and Tucker might just be the start of a legitimate something. Maybe. That was both wonderful and terrifying. But every time the fear started to creep through her buzz, she thought about all those tiny moments over the past three weeks.
I’ve got you.
She believed him. And she’d learned never to believe in men. Maybe she could believe him because, for some reason, he believed in her. That was something she could quickly get addicted to. If there was a part of her counseling caution, for tonight she wanted to silence that voi
