She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) by Kim Boykin Page A

and your smile when you talk about how good the band sounds. We’re good together, Melissa, and you look so at home playing with me. You look happy.”
    “I love to play.” Whenever she was playing and closed her eyes, part of her felt like she was a kid again, jamming with her dad and his buddies, and part of her felt the complete seduction of the Bo and his music.
    After seeing him at the Windjammer last summer, she’d met up with him at the Daytona Jazz Festival. She’d had a good time hanging out with him and the band. They’d had dinner and talked almost all night about music, his life, hers. She saw him again a couple of months later at the Atlanta Jazz Festival, before the band took off on a three-month cross country tour. Melissa and Bo had had such a good time, and then he was gone.
    “I’ve decided to stay put, here in Charleston.”
    “You love the road, Bo; it’s your home.”
    He shook his head. “Melissa, when I’m with you, I’m home. I want this. Us. I have no idea where the desire to stay with one woman comes from. I’ve never done that before, but I want to be with you. You make me feel open and bare. I’m writing again.”
    “Bo, I don’t know what to say.” Looking into his soulful eyes, she knew they had enough in common to make a good match. And even though Bo hadn’t known her very long, they were enough alike to make it seem like he’d known her forever.
    “You don’t have to say anything just now.” He kissed the palm of her hand and put it over his heart. “This is where you are. This is where I want you to stay.”
    He set their drinks on the coffee table. She looked into his face; it would be so easy to lose herself in him. Would loving Bo be settling? Could trying to make a go of it with a guy like Bo be considered settling? Melissa knew the answer was there somewhere, but she forgot what the question was every single time he kissed her.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” He threaded his hands in her hair but must have felt her holding back. “You okay?”
    She shook her head. “I had a good time tonight, Bo, a great time really. But—”
    “You’re not into me like I’m into you.”
    “That’s not it. I like you. A lot.” She did. There was no denying she wanted Bo, after all, she did have a pulse. Could she have a good life with him? Little blond babies running around? A house full of music? Melissa wasn’t in love with Bo, but, if she let herself, it wouldn’t take long to fall for that sexy drawl, that face, and those very talented hands.
    “It’s that other guy, isn’t it?”
    “No. Yes. God, Bo, I feel so crazy. I really like both of you.”
    “Baby, I can’t get you out of my head, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to share you with anybody. I know you need to figure things out; I should go. Let you get some rest.” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist, those piercing blue eyes making her feel all tingly south of the border. He pushed a stand of hair away from her face. “I haven’t booked the band anyplace that isn’t close by, and I won’t. I came back to Charleston for you,” he whispered, and then kissed her like he was trying to make her forget all about Shane Carver.

Chapter Nine

    T here were a couple dozen sun worshipers around the pool, including Jack Johns, when Melissa and Savannah claimed their lounge chairs and pointed them slightly west. The sun felt delicious and Melissa couldn’t wait to hear about Savannah’s date.
    “So, Parker didn’t do it for you?”
    Melissa and Savannah were ignoring Jack for the most part, but peeking at him through her mirrored shades, Melissa knew he wasn’t ignoring them.
    “I met Parker just out of college. I had just started dating J—. Anyway, there weren’t any sparks then either. But he’s a super nice guy. We had a good time, and he wanted to go out again, but I passed.”
    Jack was definitely within earshot, but Savannah didn’t seem to care. The date with