He insisted on driving her to rehearsal and refused to leave until his father promised he wouldn’t leave her alone for a minute. Like Josh didn’t have better things to do than babysit her. “Uh-oh,” Nikki Spencer said, sitting down beside her. “I know that look. Who pissed ya off this time?” Nikki had been like a big sister to her ever since Tori signed on with her father’s label, Titan Records. “Mike Cooper.” Nikki giggled. “You wouldn’t be the first girl to get all wound up over him.” Nikki fanned her face. “Lordy, I used to have a crush on that boy.” “Really?” “Sure, when I reconnected with my dad, Jay, Mike, and I were all around the same age. I thought he was just about the cutest guy I’d ever seen, but my daddy warned me about keepin’ my distance.” Tori knew it was silly to be jealous of a silly teen infatuation. Nikki was married to J.T. McCall, the sexiest cowboy ever to don a Stetson, and they had a beautiful little girl. “Did y’all date when you were younger?”
