Free Playing it Kale (The McCain Saga Book 4) by Keary Taylor Page B

the both of you in any way right now.   They would, however, like to see you wear
their clothing in your first music video.”
    “Music video,” I breathe as I sit back
in my chair, blown over.   “Holy Hannah.”
    “How are your dancing skills?” Kale asks
playfully.
    “Non-existent,” I laugh at myself.   “I’m awful.”
    “Just remember what I said.”   He raises an eyebrow.   “Own it.   Lots of people out there can’t dance.   They see this girl who can’t either, but is okay with that, they’ll love
you.”
    “He’s right,” Calvin says without
looking up from the list he’s working on.   “Everyone’s already talking about every klutzy move you made at Lake’s
wedding the other night.   You’re already
being called America’s Every Girl Sweetheart.”
    Wow.   Was the wedding really only a few nights back?   It feels like it was months ago.
    And, always surprising me, Kale takes my
hand, and pulls it up to his lips to press a kiss there.

 
    The air is thick, and tense, and keeps
me on edge as the night progresses.   Calvin sat at the table for two hours, click-clacking away on his
tablet.   Mumbling to himself .   Taking notes.   He then goes over his top five candidates for management and agents to
me, and it doesn’t mean much to me, so I agree to whoever he feels would be a
good fit.
    And then he calls.   I sit on the couch, cross-legged.   Kale sits next to me.   Every once in a while, he reaches over, takes
my hand in his.   Or he rubs my back.   He doesn’t say much.   But he’s so much more there, and so much more
supportive, than I ever could have anticipated.
    “That was the last one,” Calvin says at
nine-thirty that night.   “All five of
them have agreed to fly out here tomorrow.   You’ll have meetings with each of them.   First one starts at noon, and we’ll keep moving through them throughout
the day.”
    “Thank you,” I say, trying to smile like
I’m excited.   And I am, but it’s a
nervous, like I might be sick, kind of smile.
    “No problem,” he says as he turns off
the tablet and stands.   “Now, I’m going
to head to bed since jetlag is a bitch.   I’m still on New York time.   Goodnight.”
    “Night,” Kale and I call at the same
time.
    Tony walks out of his bedroom the same
time Calvin goes into his.   “Miss
Ford.   Mr. McCain,” he says with a tip of
his head as he walks past us and out onto the porch.   He’s been napping for the past few hours so
he can stay up all night to keep watch.
    “He takes his job very seriously,” I
observe as he closes the front door behind him.
    “I’ll say,” Kale
chuckles.
    Finally, I relax back into the
couch.   And into Kale, since apparently
his arm was along the back of the couch when I leaned back.
    I’m about to climb away, but Kale just
pulls me in tighter to his side.   Taking
advantage of the excuse to be touching him, I rest my head on his chest.   Everything in me flutters and sparkles.
    “As crazy as the past few days have
been,” I say quietly.   Kale wraps his
other arm around me, holding me tighter.   “They’ve also been really amazing.”
    He shifts his head, so his lips are
pressing into the top of my head.   “Yeah,
they have been.”
    But as I think back to the night of the
wedding, to when I met his sister, and she said that maybe he’d be back home that night, and how he won’t be back home
tonight, something sinks inside of me.
    To me, being here with him means
something huge.   I haven’t even dated a
guy in over a year, much less run away with him to a remote island.   But to Kale?   This is probably just another weekend with
another girl.   Kale and
I?   We live very different lives.
    “What’s wrong?” he says quietly.
    How can he always read my thoughts?
    “Does this mean anything to you?” I
ask.   I hate to do it, but I also can’t
hold it in.   Because if
I let this continue, I fear I may leave this little island with a