All He Feels - Dax & Ginny(8)

By: Melanie Shawn


When she stepped into the living room she was given a few more minutes to gather her courage. Dax was standing with his back to her, on the phone, staring out the large picture window that sat above his couch. Her reprieve was cut short when Capone crossed the room greeting her excitedly and Dax turned and disconnected the call.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She’d never suffered from stage fright, but she assumed this is what it felt like.

“How have you been?” he asked.

She was pretty sure that what he really wanted to ask was what are you doing here, but he was too much of a gentleman to do it.

“I’ve been good. How about you?”

Dax nodded. “Good.”

“How were your holidays?” Ginny cringed inwardly. Normally, she was a pro at small talk, she shined in meet and greets, but right now she was falling flat on her face.

“Good, I went home and saw my mom and sister.”

Ginny remembered Dax telling her that he was close to them both. His dad was a police officer who had been tragically shot in the line of duty when Dax was ten. He said that his family had always been close but losing his dad had brought them even closer.

“What about you?”

“Oh, I um, was on the road for the Down Home Holidays tour. I spent Thanksgiving in Toronto and then Christmas Eve in Seattle and then was back home in Nashville on Christmas for my mom’s wedding.”

“Your mom got married?” Dax asked.

“Yep.” It was odd for Ginny to be around someone who didn’t know every detail of her life because they didn’t read gossip magazines or online headlines. She was no psychologist but she assumed it was one of the reasons she felt so safe around Dax, even though they barely knew each other. “It was beautiful and I surprised her with a honeymoon. She left this morning.” Ginny wasn’t sure why she’d added that part.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, so,” she let out a nervous laugh. “I guess you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”

Dax’s only answer was a smile. Her statement had been rhetorical, so she hadn’t expected him to answer but she still felt on the spot. Knowing that her gathering up courage time had officially run out she took a deep breath and dove into the deep end of the confession pool.

Her heart was pounding like the police on the door of a drug raid. “Well, um, remember when we talked about my new album and the possibility of Chase producing it? Well he is and for the next month I’m going to be in town working with him. Um, and you had mentioned that if I was going to be in town I could stay here. With you.”





Chapter 3


Did she just say that she wanted to stay here? With him?

When Dax had looked through the peephole and seen Ginny on his doorstep, he hadn’t believed his eyes. Now she was saying that she was going to stay with him and he couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?” He was sure that he’d heard her wrong.

She licked her lips nervously and his body responded as if it was a seductive motion instead of one fueled by anxiety. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, hoping to distract himself from the damp glisten of her full lips that were calling to him like a beacon in a storm.

“Um, yeah. You said that instead of me going to a hotel or an Airbnb I should stay here. I mean, I’ll pay, of course. You know, rent a room. If not, it’s no problem.” She could hear herself rambling but was powerless to stop it. “I don’t have to stay here. I just thought…well, I felt so safe here and no one would bother me. It’s no big deal. You were probably just saying it not thinking I would ever actually show up…”

“I only have one bathroom working.” First, he hadn’t believed what he’d seen, then he hadn’t believed what he’d heard, now he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Was he actually trying to talk her out of staying with him? That was insane. All he’d been able to think about since she’d left was seeing her again and now, not only was she standing in front of him but she was asking to stay at his house and the first word out of his mouth was “what” and not “yes”?

“Oh, okay…” She started towards the door. “Well, thanks. I’m so sorry I bother—”

Shit. She was leaving. Thankfully, that snapped his brain into action.

“No, you didn’t…you’re not bothering me.” He cut in as he stood and stepped towards her. “I just…there’s only the one bathroom. That’s all. I didn’t mean that you couldn’t stay. I want you to stay.”