Chapter 6
The broad palm Caleb pressed against her lower back was a distraction as they navigated the crowds of Lower Broadway. She hadn’t been up here since the night of the accident—since Blaine. The sight of all the neon signs and honky-tonks had all that old bitterness swirling back up. She’d avoided this place on principle, not wanting to remember that night and everything that came after.
But Caleb had secured tickets to a sold-out show for Kyle Keenan, one of Nashville’s up-and-comers. As their first public outing, it was a good choice. No one knew them here. While it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that they could run into someone they knew, it wasn’t the same as if they’d gone out in Hamilton. There was a freedom in anonymity. She could focus on them. On him. And he was
