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“I needed it to let Izzy know when it was go time.” He pocketed his phone a moment later. I looked around in search of her, unsure what in the world this man had planned next.

And then my jaw fell wide open. “You’re kidding me.” I slapped a hand over my mouth, searching for the breath in my lungs. To not faint. “Alessandro. How? I mean ... Are you serious?” My hand plummeted to my lap. “Is this happening?”

“Are you up for playing at our wedding? Consider it the rehearsal for your gig tomorrow.” He stood, kicked aside my heels as if to sayscrew them, and held out his hand, and I stared at him, locked in a state of shock.

“You want me to play with him?” I finally managed to ask. “Theman himself? Not a cover song, but with ...” I couldn’t even finish that line of thought, it was so wild.

“His music is why you hit on me in the first place.”

“I did not hit on you,” I said with a laugh, and his big-ass smile sent me over the edge to admit, “Okay, okay.MaybeI did.”

“Oh, you definitely did.” His grin was ridiculously sexy. “It’d only make sense for you to sing with him tonight. I mean, if you want to?”

I looked out at my music idol and whispered, “You just might get lucky tonight.”

He wrapped a hand around my hip, drawing me against him, then crooked his finger beneath my chin, commanding my attention. “Ohhh, I’m sure as hell counting on that, Little Miss Tennessee Whiskey.”