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suit. And always right before you turn on your heels and
hightail it in the other direction. I figure I must be doing
something to cause this. I just don't know what it
means."
    Closing her eyes, Josie leaned against the back wall
and considered lying. It would be easy. But this was
going to be a long road trip if the lies started here.
They'd only get bigger and longer and harder to manage, not to mention leave a bitter taste in her mouth for
doing it. All just to keep the man from knowing what he
already suspected-that she was wildly attracted to him.
    "That's what I'm going to marry." Opening her eyes,
she stuck out her chin and looked up at Brock. His
expression was blank.
    "You're going to marry a blue suit?"
    She forced a smile. She knew it sounded ridiculous,
even to her own ears. But it was a decision she'd made
long ago, a planned path she'd managed to derail from when Grant Davies had entered her life. One she was
determined to stay on now no matter how attracted she
was to Brock Gentry.

    "It's just a figure of speech. I don't want a man who is
never around. I want to marry someone with a normal
job and a normal life. Someone who gets up every morning and comes home to me and me alone every night."
    His eyebrows creased. "Most people look for a person they can love, not the clothes they wear."
    "Ah, but that's where you're wrong," she said, standing up straighter. "People look at the outer package all
the time. You can't say that these ads with stick-thin
super models are meant for us to see their inner beauty
No, it's the package. The inner stuff comes later."
    "How are you ever going to get to the inner stuff if
all you're doing is looking at a man's job?"
    Brock had a full-blown smile now. One that showed
how completely adorable that lone dimple on his right
cheek could make him. He was making fun of her and
because she knew she sounded crazy, she couldn't help
the heat that seared her cheeks.
    "Okay, I know it sounds nuts. I'll admit that. But you
don't have to agree with my ways."
    He chuckled low and put his arm against the wall as
she started toward him, preventing her from passing.
"It's not a matter of agreeing. I just don't see how it's
possible."
    "How do you figure that? I'm pretty determined
when I put my mind to something."
    "I have no doubt about that. But I doubt very much
that that heart of yours is looking for a boring man in a
blue suit."

    She straightened her spine and laughed hotly. "Who
said anything about boring?"
    "If all you're looking at is a man's occupation, how
can it not be?"
    "Lots of women hope to marry lawyers and doctors.
I don't care what the man does so long as it's a
job that's not going to take him on the road away from me."
    Feeling the walls close in, Josie took another step
forward, but Brock remained in place. One more step
and she'd be on top of him. And with that thought, her
imagination started to reel. He smelled too good, not
just the light hint of cologne, but also the smell of clean
soap and fresh air. She didn't want to look up at him,
knowing her thoughts would betray her.
    She'd made a colossal mistake in coming on this
road trip. There was absolutely no way she could spend
all her time in close quarters with Brock Gentry and not
have him know how attracted to him she was. And if he
could see it, then it was a safe bet the rest of the band
could see it too. She didn't relish the idea of being the
butt of every joke, hearing the snickers at her back or
whispers when she entered the room.
    "So what does that mean? No traveling salesmen?"
He reached up and brushed his finger down her cheek
and her head spun. "No musicians?"
    "Please let me pass," she said, her voice failing her
and coming out in a breathless plea.
    "Why?" he said, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
"So you can find your boring blue suit man? I don't
think so."
    "And why not?"
    His eyes were magnificent and Josie could only imagine how easy it