Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars(61)

She was hot as hell.

She stopped on the second step up so they were at eye level, and he blamed it on the gold flecks in her eyes, but he couldn’t help leaning over to give her a soft kiss.

It was so fast, Charlie barely had time to offer a yuck before Travis opened the door again. “Shall we go?”



GEMMA LET TRAVIS help her into the truck, trying not to feel guilty for leaving Charlie home, but as much as she wanted to make her son happy, she needed to be alone with Travis.

He jumped inside, and she couldn’t help admiring his smiling face in the dim light. It looked like he’d even had his hair cut for the occasion.

“So, where are we headed?”

He shut the door of his truck and put the keys in the ignition with a grin. “I’d say Vegas, but we’ve already been there.”

Her cheeks burned. “I’m serious.”

“It’s a surprise.”



THE MOVIE THEATER looked deserted as they pulled up. Gemma let Travis get her door, still confused as to what was so surprising about a movie.

It wasn’t until they reached the door that Gemma saw the sign:

CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE EVENT.

“You rented out a movie theater?”

Her voice sounded a little high-pitched, but really, the amount of money that it must have cost!

“I talked with the manager and got a great price. I figured you’d rather have a night alone without people and their camera phones. Besides, if I’m going to try to keep us under wraps, we have to have privacy.”

Gemma shook her head in disbelief as an older man opened the door for them, looking like he was about to keel over.

“Mr. Bowers, welcome.”

Travis and the manager exchanged pleasantries as her husband slipped his arm around her waist. “Are you hungry?”

She’d eaten a wrap for dinner, but the smell of popcorn and hotdogs reached her nose, making her stomach grumble. “I could probably go for some popcorn.”



GEMMA HAD NEVER laughed so hard in her entire life.

She’d sat down with Travis for the first movie, an action adventure, and cuddled into his side when he slipped his arm behind her seat. Twenty minutes in, she had been so done with all the shoot-’em-up-bang-bang, she was fidgeting in her seat.

“Wanna see something else?”

She’d looked at Travis in the darkened theater and whispered back, “Can we do that?”

He’d grabbed her hand and laughed. “For the amount of money I’m paying, we can do whatever you want for the next,” he looked at his phone, “three hours and twenty-four minutes.”

“In that case, I’ve always wanted to movie hop,” she said, grinning.

And that’s exactly what they’d done, hopping from theater to theater until they’d settled on a romantic comedy she’d been planning to see with Gracie. Between the food, the running around like a couple of kids, and the movie, Gemma’s face and stomach hurt from all the laughter.

Of course, cuddling with Travis had been a bonus. A major one.

The credits rolled on the movie, and Gemma yawned as she sat up, stretching. “That was fun.”

She caught Travis’s smile and asked, “What? Do I have nacho cheese on my face?”

“I was just thinking that this is something I could get used to,” he said softly.

“What, paying whole theaters to close down to everyone but you?” she teased.

He leaned over and took her mouth with his, playing across her lips until she was melting in her seat.

“I meant being with you, for real. Nothing between us. No lies. No secrets.” His mouth moved along her neck, and her nipples tightened and tingled. “Just us having fun and being happy.”

“Uh-hmmm.”

They turned to face the manager, who looked very uncomfortable. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Bowers, but I’m afraid it’s time.”

Travis sighed loudly but helped her stand, keeping hold of her hand as they passed the manager. Gemma tugged Travis to a stop and with her other hand squeezed the man’s arm. “Thank you so much for doing this.”

The man’s cheeks reddened. “It was no trouble, ma’am. Your husband was more than generous.”

They walked out of the theater and into the cool summer air. When Travis dropped her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders, she snuggled in closer, enjoying the warmth and comfort Travis’s arms had always held for her. From the moment they’d met, she’d felt connected to him, like they were kindred spirits. She’d never felt that way about anyone else, ever.

He’d been the first man to ever accept her for the way she was, flaws and all. He’d held her when she’d been hurt and embarrassed, teased her sadness away with his charm. She had never even been tempted by another man, because no one could take the place in her heart that Travis had stolen.

He helped her into the truck, and without a word, she lifted the console, slid over to the middle seat, and buckled herself in. When he hopped behind the wheel, she cuddled into his side and laid her head on his chest.


“So, as far as first dates go, what do you think?”

I think I still love you.

“It was all right.”

His chest shook under her cheek. “How could I have done better?”