Free Nashville Flirt by Bethany Michaels Page B

one little bit.
    The sooner she got Emily to where she
needed to be for her date, the sooner Sarah could head back to the
hotel, distract herself with that new biography of Bronson Alcott,
and forget all about Bo Branson. “How, exactly, are we supposed to
get backstage?”
    “ The promotions guy from
the radio station is supposed to meet us out here.” Emily said.
“His name is Stan or Sam or something like that.”
    Sarah shifted from foot to foot. Would
Emily think it strange if she went ahead and left now, before they
met Bo in person? She could go on back to the hotel and quietly
lose her mind in private.
    “ There’s my guy,” Emily
said, gesturing to a good-looking guy in a white button-down shirt
and black slacks appeared at the side exit to the auditorium. He
looked around and seeing Emily and Sarah, headed in their
direction.
    Too late to escape. “How can you
tell?”
    “ He practically has
desk-jockey tattooed on his forehead.”
    Emily was correct. The guy waved to
them, and then crossed over to the middle section where they were
sitting.
    “ Hello ladies,” he said
smoothly. “Is one of you Emily Kingston?”
    “ That's me,” Emily said.
She was practically bouncing up and down like a tween girl at a boy
band concert.
    The man stuck out his hand. “Sean
Spencer, WBTR,” he said. “I think we spoke on the
phone.”
    “ Oh, right,” she said.
“You're the one who sent the tickets and set everything up,
right?”
    “ Yeah, that was me.”
Sean’s gaze slid to Sarah. “And who is this?”
    “ My sister,
Sarah.”
    Sean was more Sarah’s type. His neat,
clean-cut appearance and pristinely pressed dress shirt announced
that he was a steady, dependable sort. Professional. Not a playboy
artist who used women like a paper napkin, tossing them aside when
he was through. Of course, Sarah couldn’t say for sure that’s what
Bo was like. But considering how attractive and charismatic he was,
even from a distance, it seemed like a distinct
possibility.
    “ Sarah is getting ready to
start her PhD at Princeton,” Emily said, as Sarah and Sean shook
hands.
    “ Oh, really? What's your
focus?”
    “ American Renaissance
literature,” Sarah replied. “Alcott, Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne.
Those guys.”
    “ I know the American
Renaissance writers,” Sean replied. “I actually studied literature
at Vanderbilt. But when I got out, jobs in American Lit were a
little scarce. That's how I got into radio.”
    “ I’ll have to keep radio
in mind,” Sarah said, smiling at Sean. “Plan B.”
    “ It’s worked out so far. I
get to meet a lot of interesting people.” He grinned at them. “So
are you two ready to meet Bo and start the evening?”
    “ Absolutely,” Emily
said.
    “ OK, here's how this will
work. Bo needs a few minutes to shower and get changed, then he has
autographs to sign for another group. After that, he’ll be all
yours. First, dinner for four is being set up in the main lobby
downstairs,” Sean said. “It’s being catered by one of Bo’s favorite
Nashville restaurants. After that, we will hop in the limo and
cruise around Nashville. Bo will show you some of his favorite
spots. After that, we will head over to Nashville's most famous
dessert bar, Happy Endings, for Bo's favorite dessert—chocolate
gelato.”
    Emily frowned. “Wait a minute. ‘We’? I
thought this was a date? A date means two people.”
    For once, Sarah was in agreement with
her sister. Dinner for four? The last thing Sarah wanted to do was
play the third wheel on Emily’s date. Maybe she cold feign sickness
and still get out of this thing.
    “ For legal reasons, I
can’t actually ‘award’ you a real date with Bo. But there will be
plenty of time for you two to talk during the evening.”
    Emily got a look on her face that
Sarah recognized well. Her scowl transformed into a sweet smile.
Too sweet. Emily had something up her sleeve.
    “ That sounds great.” Yep.
Way too accommodating. When there was