I asked. I was sort of afraid he would. I couldn’t imagine him up on a stage singing this kind of song any more than he could. And there were the dance steps I’d coaxed Brian into doing and the suspenders and hat. But I wasn’t going to mention any of that to Trent, at least not tonight. Trent grimaced. “No. I’m not chickening out. We have a deal.” Relief. Happiness. “Okay so look over the music and tomorrow—” “You were really great tonight,” Trent interrupted. His earnest voice made me glad it was so dark out. Maybe he couldn’t see that I was suddenly blushing crimson red. “It was fun,” I murmured. “I knew you would like it.” Just then Ed, the owner of Flips, stuck his head out the back entrance. “Trent are you out here?” “Yeah,” Trent called, looking back. “I’ll be right there.” He turned back to me, looking reluctant. “Well, I have to go.” But he didn’t go. Instead, he tugged playfully on a lock of my hair and it seemed as though he was going to kiss me. My knees went wobbly with anticipation. I sort of leaned in with anticipation. But then, drat it, he didn’t do it. Instead he backed away. “Well, see ya,”
