Half Wild, Half Yours
Her blush was worth it.
Thomas perked up. “Actually, can we hear more of your range? I mean—we’ve heard you kill it with us, but what else is hiding in there?”
Blue grinned, setting her cup down. “Alright. One sec.”
She disappeared into her van and came back cradling an acoustic guitar like it was part of her. The second she settled cross-legged on the blanket and adjusted the strap, I was done for.
“She really does this,” Brody murmured beside me, and I just nodded, too captivated to answer.
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