The Road to Finding Me by S M Broad

Author:S M Broad [Broad, S M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SM Broad
Published: 2018-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Twenty minutes later, we’re shuffling our way through Sweetwater Bar & Grill, looking for an empty table. There’s a big banner hanging on the stage that says, “Karaoke Night,” and I spot a table right by the stairs. I tap Latham and point when he looks back at me. He grabs Kohen by the shoulder and steers him in the direction of the table. Leila, being the tiny ninja she is, ducks through the crowd with no issues and nabs the table for us. After we all sit, she gets our drink preferences, and disappears back through the sea of people, to the bar. Latham leans over to whisper in Kohen’s ear—I’m guessing to tell him his song choice—then he nods and jogs up the short stairs to the DJ. He comes back a short while later and gives Latham a thumbs up, just as Leila reappears, holding all of our drinks.

“Damn, little lady. You sure know how to handle an awful lot," Kohen says, clearly impressed, and I laugh at the smirk she throws his way.

"Oh, you have no idea." She wrinkles her nose at the innuendo that laces her voice. I shake my head because my best friend is absolutely insane, and I love her for it.

I watch them talk for a moment then take a sip of my drink. Latham pulls my chair closer to him and puts a hand on my thigh. He leans over and kisses my temple, and I’m pretty sure I melt into the floor. This man.

I decide I’d better figure out what I’m gonna sing, since Latham promised if I sang for him, he’d sing for me. I run through the short list of songs I’d be comfortable singing and decide on “Human” by Christina Perri. I write it down on a piece of paper and hand it to Kohen to give to the DJ, so I don’t have to get up and yell over the music.

We sit through some pretty awful versions of songs I can barely make out before it’s Latham’s turn.

“Next up, we have Latham Reed,” the DJ announces, and the crowd claps.

He gives me a quick grin and slides out of his seat to take the stage. I look up at the huge overhead screen to read “Mean to Me” by Brett Eldredge. As the music starts to play, he taps his hand on his thigh to keep the beat. Then he starts to sing, and everyone but him disappears from my view. I’m struck, and can’t tear my eyes away from his; they're holding me to my seat. He’s looking right at me, singing right into my soul and the feelings building in my chest overwhelm me, nearly consume me. He sings the last note and the crowd goes nuts. He just gives a simple wave and comes back to his seat.

“I thought you said you couldn’t sing?” I rasp out, my mouth suddenly dry as a desert. Kohen bursts out laughing, and I know I’ve been played by him.

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