Hand in Glove
Five years hadn't dimmed the devotion. Five years hadn't stolen that breathless joy, that jolt of fire, that desperate connection. So much had changed since the day he'd chased her from the tiny record store, but these had not.
She danced just outside his field of vision, lean lines clear when he looked her way. He hadn't performed blind since that night at the Ryman, preferring instead to welcome the applause and adulation, the respect and recognition. As Hayes Hawkins exceeded superstar status—a living legend among dreamers—so did his fiddle player.
And because of the love of one woman, one very special woman who knew his every wish and want and desire because she simply asked, he opened to the masses and accepted star status with humility and grace. He loved who he was and what he did.
As for Bella, she never stopped seeking answers. In class, in life, in love. Her looming residency relocation meant more questions, more answers. Meant retirement from the stage for a chance to simply write, to live, to support her as she found her own way.
Whatever life threw, he was ready. Ready with an open heart, an open mind, and a diamond ring.
It was his turn to ask.
I love you all. Thank you so much. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I loved writing. Until next time!