“You look like you need someone to talk to.” Nick glanced up and smiled at the blonde hair beauty.
“Maybe I do. Wanna join me?” Nick patted the seat next to him, swinging his legs off the side of the stage.
“What’s on your mind, Nickyson?” Nick chuckled, shaking his head.
“Resa and you, LeighAnne, are the only ones who get away with calling me that.”
“That’s because we are special, and you can’t deny that. So, why the long face? Thinking of your ex wife?” Nick nodded his head, running his hands over his jean clad legs. LeighAnne glanced at them, spotting the gold band on his left hand right away. “Nick, are you trying to feel complete?” Nick’s brow wrinkled as he looked up at LeighAnne, followed her gaze to his hand and nodded.
“Yeah, I suppose I am. When I’m with her, thin
