Cowboy’s Heart Excerpt II
Tate was happy that everyone was hyped about the last performance being the centerpiece for the documentary. They’d been touring for what seemed like an eternity and he had mixed feelings seeing it come to an end.
“Tate, your beautiful flowers are here. Isabelle is going to love them.” Cyril’s assistant came into the dressing room and put the huge bouquet on the table.
“Thanks Stephanie. Have you seen Cyril?”
“He’s out front talking to the lighting director.”
Tate grabbed his guitar Loulabelle and headed out. He caught up with Cyril near the stage.
“How are we doing?” Tate glanced at his watch.
“Fine. Just fine. I want to test the lighting again but I know you have plans with your lady. Dewey said he’d stand in for you.” Cyril looked over his clipboard.
“That was nice of him.” Tate scratched his beard.
“Not really, he ordered a bottle of the finest tequila the hotel had to offer and charged it to your room.” Cyril laughed. “So, you nervous about meeting your future in-laws?”
“Terrified. Do you get along with your father in-law?”
“Not a Christmas goes by that Tommy doesn’t tell me how I ruined with his daughter’s life the day I slipped a wedding band on her finger. And that’s before he starts drinking.”
“Is that why you’re always trying to talk me into Christmas gigs?” Tate raised an eyebrow.
“You’re my saving grace. Now you get out of here and get in some quality time with Isabelle before your entire family descends on Las Vegas.”
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Tate put on a baseball cap to conceal his trademark golden curly locks and slipped out a side door that the fans hadn’t yet discovered. He was game for whatever Isabelle wanted to do but he was hoping to spend the rest of the day in bed. He felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. Whoever it was would have to wait. He had a date with his woman. The elevator couldn’t reach their floor fast enough. Tate walked into the suite, handed her the flowers then pulled her close and planted a kiss on her.
“Baby, I’m free for the rest of the day. We can do whatever you want but I wouldn’t object if we into the bedroom and—”
“Tate, look who’s here a day early.” Isabelle motioned her head to the left side of the room.
Tate gulped. It was Isabelle’s parents.
“Mr. and Mrs. Reed, so nice to finally meet you in person.” He released her and went over to the Reeds and extended his hand.
“What’s with the formalities? We’re family.” Cecilia gave him a bear hug. “We watched your interview this morning, it was great. I can’t wait until your concert on Saturday. I’m going to wear the Tate’s Angel T-shirt Isabelle sent me in the mail.”
“Colonel Reed, Isabelle’s told me so much about your impressive military career.” Tate extended his hand again to Isabelle’s father.
“How about I shake the hand that wasn’t on my daughter’s ass?” Colonel Reed glared at him.
Tate sighed. It was going to be the longest week of his life.
“Well, we’re going to get unpacked. We’re just a few doors down in a beautiful suite.” Cecelia gave Isabelle a hug.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with us? There’s plenty of room.” Isabelle squeaked out.
Tate did a double take at Isabelle, which he was sure the Colonel saw.
“Poor Tate wouldn’t be able to get a wink of sleep with your father’s snoring, which hasn’t gotten any better over the years. He needs to be well rested for his performance. Let’s grab lunch in an hour and catch up on family gossip.”
The colonel gave Tate one last glare before he left.
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad was that?” Tate ran a hand over his face.
“Think of it this way, there’s no reason to be nervous about an introduction tomorrow.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
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