She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance, Kaci Rose [latest books to read .TXT] 📗

I snag her keys and go out to her car and start bringing her bags and boxes inside, setting them on the kitchen floor. She doesn't have as much stuff as I expected, about six boxes and four suitcases. Then again, she has a lot of clothes and items she keeps here regularly, too.

Once everything is out of her car, I start carrying them upstairs and leave them in the hallway by her bedroom door. If she’s showering or changing, that’s the last thing I need to walk in on, as much as my cock might like the idea. When I bring the last load in, I knock on her door.

"Yeah?" She calls but makes no move to open it.

"Your stuff is out here in the hall. I'm going to go get ready," I call back, and then head to my room across the hall from hers.

I take the quickest shower I ever have in my life, and then get dressed in dark jeans and one of my raglan shirts she loves, before going downstairs. I find her in the kitchen with coffee, and she already has a cup made for me just the way I like it. A dash of cream, as opposed to her several sugar packs and a lot of flavored creamers.

"I feel bad. Landon is cutting his trip short, and he’ll be here tomorrow," she says.

I try to hide my disappointment, as I was looking forward to more time with her alone, but I know the whole reason she came was to see her brother.

"That's good, though. I know you want to talk to him, and he's worried and wants to make sure you’re okay himself," I say.

"I know, but still. I'm a big girl and could have waited a few more days." She shakes her head, as we finish up our coffee.

"All right, hungry?" I ask, grabbing the keys to my 1969 Corvette Stingray I restored, after we got our record deal. This is my fun car that I only take out on special occasions, and getting a day alone with Austin, is very much a special occasion.

"We’re taking the Vette?" She asks all giddy. She loves this car as much as I do. I try to tell myself that's the only reason I chose it, and not because it puts us in a small space together, or that when I put the top down, she can't stop smiling, as she tries to contain her hair.

"Got a hair tie?" I ask her. She holds up her arm, where she has one around her wrist, like a bracelet.

"Ready!" Her smile is infectious, as we head to the garage and get in.

"Oh, I love this car. You keep it in such great shape!" She runs her hands over the hood, and I feel the movement, as if she were running those hands across me. It's making my cock so hard I have to shift to hide it behind the door.

"Of course, I do. It's a classic. Get in, I'm starving." Just not for food, I add in my head. The moment she closes the door, her scent fills my car, and I almost hate the idea of putting the top down later. I want the car to smell like her--orange blossoms with a hint of coffee.

The smile never leaves her face, as I drive to our favorite place in all of Nashville. Well, all of Tennessee and the surrounding states, really. Loveless Cafe. Normally, the wait would be a good hour no matter what time of day, but I've helped the owners with some promotions, so I never have to wait for a table now.

As we pull into the parking lot, Austin groans. "I have missed this place. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the lobster, but I craved their biscuits and pecan pie something fierce!"

At least, she remembers to wait to get out of the car, until I come around to open her door. This is as much being a gentleman, as it is for her protection. Never know when crazy fans are around.

"Let's get a picture in front of the sign, before we go in," I suggest, and Austin practically drags me in front of the iconic neon sign for a photo, before we head inside.

"Well, if it isn't Dallas McIntyre!" Gigi calls from behind the counter. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Oh, and you brought a woman. Did hell freeze over?"

I laugh. I don't bring girls here, and I don't take girls out for that matter. When I show up, I'm normally alone, but Landon has come with me a few times, too.

"This is Austin, Landon's sister. She just got back into town and is craving your biscuits." I tell her.

She grabs two menus, "Come, come, this girl is too skinny. We will feed her and plump her right up. Oh, Austin dear, you are just a doll. You should try our pulled pork barbeque omelet. I'll add a little extra pork fat in it to get some meat on your bones, yes I will." Gigi gushes.

Austin laughs but can't get a word in.

"Your Dallas here, has been such a blessing helping with some promotions, and he's had some great ideas to help us expand. A few new menu items are thanks to him, and his weird ordering, too! Let me get you some biscuits." She walks off, before either of us can say a word.

"Don't bother ordering. She’ll just bring you something else, but whatever it is, it will be amazing. She’s always having me try new things." I warn her.

"How long have you been working with them?" Austin asks.

"A few years now. They catered the food the night we did that Christmas special at the Grand Ole Opry, and we got to talking. She has so much energy and is such a great lady. I couldn't help but connect with her."

Austin smiles, as we start talking and catching up. She tells me about some of her recent graphic design work,