The breeze stirred her hair as Bree stood on the sidewalk outside of the fancy French restaurant Trent had treated her to, holding his hand and wondering what he had in store for her.Then, she realized what they were doing. A large dappled horse, attached to an elaborately decorated carriage in a dark brown with scrolled carvings and a red velvet interior sat waiting for them, the driver, a smiling woman with short brown hair dressed in an official looking uniform, welcoming them over.

Thank goodness the new office space was furnished. Trent was glad he got to check one more thing off of his list. He had been in communication with his firm in Kentucky to see if anyone from there wanted to relocate to Nashville, and a few of his proven associates were on board to transfer, which was exciting. It would leave him slightly short handed in his other office, but the manager of that office, Katherine, was fully qualified to hire replacements.Trent had spoken to his most trusted advisors to make sure they were on board with him opening a second location, a

Bree watched in awe as the roadies quickly brought in the band's equipment and got it all set up as if they’d been setting up these particular instruments for years. She imagined they had a plethora of experience from other groups. They brought in guitars, the drum set, Cat’s keyboard, as well as dozens of cords and wires, pedals, and a ton of other pieces that had to be hooked up and adjusted before they’d be ready to take the stage.Not that much of the equipment was for Bree, though. She’d be using a microphone tonight, and that was it. In a

“Hello, Nashville!” Bree shouted, clutching the microphone. The crowd roared, and she couldn’t help but smile. Bright lights in her eyes didn’t prevent her from seeing how packed the auditorium was. The adrenaline began to course through her veins as the band started to play, and while she missed her guitar, she knew this was going to be a night she’d never forget.The music started to move her as she sang the opening verse of the first song. Performing live with her band was a high no drug could give her. The crowd was jumping up and dow

Sitting on the sofa later that night, Bree did her best to listen to Trent tell her about his day. She really was interested in how it had gone. He’d spent the day interviewing candidates for his receptionist job. Since he’d been kind enough to go with her to auditions for her band, the least she could do was listen to him now. But try as she might to pay attention to what Trent was saying, her mind kept wandering.Zach was considering quitting the band. How could he do that? It was so hard to imagine anyone quitting because he had a crush on her, especial