It Must Be Your Love (The Sullivans #11)(51)

Ford had always known where to touch her...and her heart had been lost for five years looking for a rhythm that only he could play.

* * *

Six hours later, Mia finally gave up trying to focus on work. The concert ticket and pass Ford had given her had been burning a hole in the back pocket of her skinny jeans all day long...and she kept lifting her hand to her cheek, where his touch had rocked her so deeply this morning.

“I’m sorry,” she told her staff just as they settled into their seats for their weekly meeting to go over new listings, “I need to go take care of something really important.” Someone really important. “Orlando, can you please take over the meeting and my showing afterward?”

Her assistant gave her a look as though he knew exactly what—who—had her so distracted. “No problem, Mia.”

“Thanks. See you all tomorrow.”

She barely remembered to grab her bag from her office before dashing out to her car. The drive from downtown Seattle to Eugene, Oregon, would take four and half hours, as long as she didn’t hit any bad rush-hour traffic. Ford’s show started at eight, but if the opener took an hour, he wouldn’t come on until closer to nine. It was four o’clock, so if all went well, she’d get there right before he took the stage.

Things looked good at first as she made her way out of downtown Seattle, the road emptier than it usually was mid-week an hour before quitting time. Feeling lighter, and more hopeful than she had in a very long time, she turned on the radio and when one of Ford’s songs came on, she rolled down her windows, opened her sunroof, and blasted it for everyone to hear. Another driver gave her a thumbs-up, and she laughed out loud as the wind rushed through her hair.

Maybe, she found herself thinking, this was a sign that everything was going to work out after all.

* * *

Four hours later, Mia was this close to standing up and screaming obscenities at the cleanup crew on the freeway for how slowly they were dealing with the massive produce-truck spill just outside of Portland.

She’d been so sure she’d make his show that she’d nearly called Ford to tell him to look for her in the crowd. Especially since she could tell how much he’d wanted her to come tonight, even if he’d tried to be nonchalant about giving her the ticket and pass.

Of course, right when everything seemed like it was going to go right for them, she’d hit the seemingly endless wall of cars and trucks.

Why hadn’t she just taken a day off work and hopped onto his tour bus with him this morning? Yes, she loved what she did for a living, and her clients were important to her...but so, she was coming to accept, was Ford.

And yet, she’d made the same choice this morning that she’d made five years ago.

Worse still, as she sat in the middle of the huge traffic jam, her doubts had plenty of time to flood back in. Particularly a flashback to that last time she’d been rushing to surprise him at one of his shows.

Miami.

She had forgiven him for his mistakes, just as she knew he’d forgiven her for hers. But that didn’t mean her fears over what they were starting weren’t still hovering, telling her to be careful, warning her that she couldn’t be cautious enough.

Was this traffic jam the real sign? And should she heed it by turning around and driving back to Seattle? Or by the time she finally made it to Eugene, would she walk into another nasty surprise like the one in Miami?

At last, the traffic began to move, slowly at first, and then more and more quickly as they were finally let loose on their destinations...and Mia had a decision to make.

Only, as she pressed her foot down hard on the gas pedal and sped down the fast lane, she knew she didn’t.

Because she believed he’d meant it when he told her last night that she was the only woman he wanted...and even if she only caught Ford’s final song, this hellish drive would be worth it.

* * *

It was eleven-thirty by the time Mia got to the overstuffed stadium parking lot and people were already pouring out of the venue and heading to their cars. She’d called Ford’s cell several times in the past thirty minutes, but when he hadn’t picked up, she’d figured he was still on stage.

Damn it, she couldn’t have missed him! She drove as close to the stadium entrance as she could and left her car in a red zone as she started running, not bothering to call him again. Her best chance to find him now would be on foot.

“You can’t leave your car there, ma’am!”

But she didn’t have time to worry about her car, not when she was guessing it would be hit or miss to even catch Ford before his bus drove away from the venue.

She ran in through the front doors, which were open now as people began to stream out. Looking around wildly, she found a woman in a security outfit. “I need to get backstage right away. Please, can you help me?”

The woman took the laminated pass Mia was holding out and saw that it said ALL ACCESS VIP, but something told her it was the desperate look in Mia’s eyes that made her nod. “Sure. Follow me.”

Mia and the security guard wove their way through the exiting crowd that seemed to grow bigger with every second that passed. Though she was filled with panic that she’d miss Ford, Mia was so happy for him. He must have given a truly great show given how happy everyone looked as they headed home.

Finally, they pushed through a thick metal door and Mia nearly wept when she saw his bodyguard. “Billy,” she called out.