From This Moment On Part 21

Boise, Idaho At the end of the first show on her tour in Boise, Nicola did her final encore, a version of One Moment that began with just her in the middle of stage, playing guitar and singing the acoustic version before kicking into overdrive with a flash of lights and smoke that had every band member coming back on stage...and her body being covered almost head to toe in s.h.i.+mmering sparkles of light.

Her crew had worked with her to retool her show practically every waking minute until opening night to incorporate her dance pop with her new acoustic segments. It had been utterly exhausting. And wonderfully thrilling.

Nicola had welcomed the work, had driven herself harder than anyone else, partly for the bonus of being too tired to think about Marcus more than every other minute. If the reaction the crowd had given her all night was any indication, it had paid off. Big time.

She was determined to enjoy herself at the celebration tonight with everyone. Even though the most important person hadn't been out there in the audience, she'd still felt as if he were with her, cheering her on, loving her in a way no one else ever had.

But first, she needed head over to the special meet-and-greet that took place backstage after every show so that she could give something to literacy foundations in each county she played in. Despite the fact that she was exhausted by the time the lights went down on stage and up for the audience, the cause was important enough to her to push through her tiredness for another hour each night.

She walked into the curtained-off area, where Katie, her tour manager, immediately led her over to the first group. Her skin p.r.i.c.kled and heated up as she moved through the area, but even as she took a quick glance around the room to look for the only person on earth who had ever made her feel like that, she knew that there was no way Marcus could be in Idaho. She was simply keyed up from the show and her imagination was running away with her very tired mind.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Jimmy, her bodyguard, frowning and talking into his headset in a tense voice. Not sure what was happening, but trusting Jimmy to take care of it, she threw herself into chatting with her fans, smiling into their cameras, signing their CDs and iPod devices and concert T-s.h.i.+rts, never letting herself forget for one second that she was beyond lucky to be in her position.

She had just hugged a young girl goodbye when Katie came up to her with a frown. "Jimmy needs to talk to you."

That p.r.i.c.kling feeling came back as her bodyguard approached. "The man from San Francisco is back, isn't he?"

"Yes. The cops are on their way to come pick him up."

The cops? She almost laughed out loud at how absurd the whole thing had become. "He isn't a stalker," she said to Jimmy.

Her bodyguard looked seriously confused. "He isn't?"

"No, he isn't." She took a deep breath. "Where is he? Can you bring him here?"

Jimmy frowned. "If he's some guy who's been forcing you to-"

She put her hand on his arm. "Please, I need to see him."

Not looking at all happy about it, Jimmy nodded. "I'll go get him."

Thirty seconds later, when Marcus walked in, closely followed by Jimmy, Nicola had the crazy thought that she'd been fantasizing about him so much, she'd conjured him out of thin air.

She needed to try and think straight, needed to give herself time to take a few deep breaths and forcefully slow her heartbeat down. She tried to prepare herself for the urge to leap into his arms, but nothing could have prepared her for the look in his eyes.

Pure love.

And something else that looked like...patience.

She knew he still wanted her-that much was blatantly clear, judging by the sparks that were flying around in the two feet of open air between them-but at the same time she felt as if he was silently saying, I will wait for you to come around. However long it takes.

Instead of playing it cool, her hands moved over her heart and she completely forgot that Katie and Jimmy stood close by to make sure she was okay as she all but gasped out the words, "What are you doing here, Marcus?"

He didn't answer for several long moments as his eyes roved over her face. She was glad for the chance to do the same thing, to drink in the lines the sun had made around his eyes and mouth, to note that while he was still the most beautiful man she'd ever set eyes on, he looked as if he'd lost some weight since she'd last seen him.

Finally, he said, "There's a label designer in town that I've been thinking about using. This was a good chance for me to meet with them."

None of this felt real and she half-wondered if she was so tired she was dreaming it.

"It was a great show, Nicola. Really incredible. I can't wait for the next one."

The next one?

And then, before she could get her brain or limbs to start working again, he was gone. All three of them watched him turn and leave.

A beat later, Katie turned to her and said, "You look really pale. Here, sit down."

Nicola was no fading flower and had never fainted in her life.

But tonight, she knew she'd better take the seat Katie was pus.h.i.+ng against the backs of her knees. Either that or she was going to go running out of the venue, calling Marcus's name like a desperate woman.

She knew by heart the reasons a relations.h.i.+p with him would never work. Good reasons. So instead of running after him on shaky limbs, she forced herself to take a deep breath-and then another dozen when that didn't work-and tick through those reasons again.

Lord knew, if he was coming back to do this another night, she'd need every one of her walls up and in place to stay strong.

Still, she couldn't get it all to add up. Her lover had flown all the way up to Idaho to see her show and he hadn't just grabbed her in front of everyone and kissed her like he had at his mother's house?

Why hadn't he kissed her?

Salt Lake City, UT Nicola walked offstage after her concert in Salt Lake City the next night and knew she'd killed it. She'd taken each song and yanked every ounce of pa.s.sion and guts and fun and joy from it. And it had all been for Marcus. She'd sung every love song for him, had moved her body across the stage for his eyes only.

Just like the previous night, as she greeted her fans she could feel him backstage even without seeing where he was. It took every ounce of concentration to give her all to her fans who had donated so generously to literacy when she knew she'd soon be talking to Marcus again, but she refused to give anything less than her best to everyone in the room.

And then, there he was again and Jimmy and Katie were looking between the two of them.

"Should I call Security, Nico?"

"No, Jimmy. I'm fine."

Better than fine, with Marcus standing in front of her again.

Katie asked, "Should we leave you alone for a few minutes?"

Oh G.o.d, no. Alone was a bad idea.

Scratch that. It was a terrible idea.

Of course, all Nicola could do was nod. And say, "Please."

Marcus didn't wait for her to ask about how he'd spent his day in Salt Lake City. He simply said, "There's a great bottling factory near here. I think I'm going to use them for our next champagne release."

She'd given all of this some thought the night before-all day today, too-and made herself say, "You can't keep doing this."

He reached out to brush his hand across her forehead, where her hair was falling over one eye. "I'm having a good time doing this."

Her body instantly recognized her sweetly dominant lover as his hand lingered on her skin in a possessive way that had it heating up, top to bottom and everywhere in between. She couldn't resist turning her face into his palm for a split second, but then, knowing there were any number of eyes on her-and that each of them was wondering just what in h.e.l.l was going on between her and the good-looking stranger in the expensive suit-she made herself draw back when all she really wanted to do was curl up against him as she once had.

Lowering her voice to make sure no one could possibly hear, she said, "Are you planning on following me around the globe?"

His grin would have stolen her heart if there had been any part of it he didn't already have. "You're playing some of my favorite cities."

It was pure torture to imagine how glorious it would be to slip under the covers with Marcus late at night after her shows, in a bus or plane or hotel room.

"I won't forgive myself if your winery goes to h.e.l.l without you there."

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think my management team would take too kindly to hearing what you think of them."

"That's not what I mean!" she told him, too frustrated with the game he was playing-and how much she wanted him to keep playing it, despite knowing better-to keep her voice down.

"You were beautiful up there tonight, kitten, and so d.a.m.n good it blew me away all over again."

The only way she could keep herself from blurting out how much she loved him, how much she missed him, was to say, "It's not just the fame, Marcus. It's not just how impossible our schedules are. I'm not good for you. If your community, your colleagues, knew about me..."

"I didn't cheat," he said, and just when she realized he meant he hadn't looked her up on the Internet, he added, "But your fans talk. And they love you. They're on your side. Just like I am. And I love you, too. We were all young and stupid once. We've all done things we aren't proud of. We've all trusted people we shouldn't have trusted. Yes, people are probably going to believe something they read or saw. Lots of people, even. But I can guarantee you that anyone who actually meets you and gets to know you will fall as much in love with you as I am."

She could almost taste his kiss, was actually dying for it, when he said, "I promised you I wasn't going anywhere and I'm not. But this is your decision just as much as it's mine." He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. "Good night, kitten."

Denver, CO "Don't tell me," she said when she and Marcus were the only two people left in the meet-and-greet the next night. "There's a winery in Colorado that you're thinking of acquiring."

"Actually, an old college friend lives nearby. I had a great day visiting with him and his family."

He grinned at her and she couldn't help but grin back. All day she'd been looking forward to seeing him.

And all day, she'd been having a harder and harder time convincing herself that being without him was the right thing. Marcus, she had started to realize, didn't seem to care much for what people thought of him. If he did, he wouldn't be buying the VIP charity meet-and-greet package every single night.

After only three nights of hanging out with her crew while she chatted with her fans, it was already like he was one of them, like he was supposed to be on tour with them. She was starting to suspect that was part of his plan...and she was more than a little amazed at the fact that he'd managed to pull this kind of schedule off in the first place.

Still, how long could he continue with it?

"Please tell me you're headed back to Napa, Marcus. Back to your real life."

"Actually, I'm on the board of a local event that's taking place tomorrow night, so yes, I'll need to head back for the next couple of nights."

Her stomach sank down to her kneecaps. "Good. I know how much it will mean to everyone to have you there."

She was surprised to feel his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face back up to his. "Come with me, Nicola. I've got a plane chartered that leaves tonight. We could make it back by morning, spend the day at my winery, attend the event, and I'll easily have you back at your next venue in time for interviews and sound check."

"Marcus, I-"

His mouth was over hers before she could even figure out what she was going to say. His kiss was soft and sweet, but she felt as if her entire world had been upended by it.

"That's not fair," she protested in a breathless voice.

"I'm not playing fair anymore, kitten. I love you too much to stick to the rules."

And then his hands were in her hair and her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him like she'd been dreaming of kissing him for weeks. If it hadn't been for the many pairs of eyes burning a hole through them, she would have never stopped kissing him.

Forcing herself to pull away from his lips, she said, "How about I introduce you to my crew?" against his mouth.

"I think they've already got a pretty good idea who I am."

She was amazed to find herself laughing with him as they broke apart.

She'd been so careful to make sure she didn't give anyone-even the road crew she'd grown to trust over the years-any potential ammo to use against her that she'd basically been living like a nun for the past six months.

Now, she had to wonder if the reason she'd cared so much what everyone thought was because it was easier to use the press as an excuse, rather than risk getting hurt again.

But maybe, she was just starting to think, some things were worth the risk.

"I'm going to grab my things off the bus," she suddenly told Katie, who was standing a few feet away. "Turns out I've got a plane to Napa Valley waiting."

Her tour manager looked between Nicola and Marcus, then nodded her approval. "Just as long as you have her back for her interview at noon in Dallas in two days."

Grinning, Nicola said, "You guys can work out the schedule while I go get my stuff." She was halfway out the door when she looked over her shoulder to see Katie and Marcus with their heads together over their smart phones.

But as she walked down the hall toward her tour bus, she knew that kissing Marcus in front of her crew had been the easy part.

He'd told her that her circus life didn't scare him.

Now he was actually showing her that he meant it.

Unfortunately, the bigger question remained: What would his world think of her? Would they welcome her with open arms the way she was sure her crew was already welcoming Marcus?

Or would her youth and bad reputation hurt Marcus in just the way she feared?

There were so many things that Nicola knew needed to be said between them as she boarded the private jet, but when Marcus wrapped his arms around her and strapped his seatbelt over them both, she gave in to the warmth of his arms, curling into him the way she always had, with his heart beating against her ear, the feeling of being perfectly safe easing her into a deeper sleep than she'd had in weeks.

Finally, as Nicola fell asleep against his chest, Marcus let the breath he'd been holding go.

Nicola was back where she belonged. In his arms.

Now all he needed to do was convince her to stay.

This time, by any means necessary...

Chapter Twenty-four.