Limelight Love Story

26. Visitors

Lucy took Tim's hand once they stepped out of their car for the walk into the stadium. "I can't believe you and I both got the dates mixed up. I thought last night was my last concert."

"Clearly, we need more sleep."

"I slept just fine last night. You were the one dealing with your hockey emergency at all hours."

"Our next few practices are crucial, but even with Nolan out, I think we can make it work."

"I know you will. You're not just gonna make it to the postseason. You're gonna make it all the way to the stage to accept the Stanley Cup."

"There's no stage. It's not like the Grammys."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when we win, we hoist the cup and skate around. That's the whole ceremony."

"That's it? Do I get to hoist the cup?"

"No, no one comes on the ice when we win except for the press."

"Well, that sucks. Can you make an exception for me?"

"Uhh, I can't make that kind of promise, baby, but I can ask."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I need something to look forward to, since my tour really is ending tonight. I'm a little sad. It's my last soundcheck."

"For now," he corrected. "There will be more sexy soundchecks on your next tour."

"Sexy? They're just normal soundchecks."

"When have you ever ended up singing in someone's lap during a performance? It happens a lot when I come to your soundchecks, though."

"Can you blame me? I told you I like having the best seat in the house. That happens to be with you."

"Save it for my private concerts at home, Mrs. Bradford."

"Maybe you'll get one later," she said with a wink. "But for now, take your seat."

He took a folding chair and dragged it to the front edge of the stage as he had done many times before, yet he still watched in amazement as she sang a couple of songs for him as if it was the first time with her gorgeous voice, her mesmerizingly swaying hips, and eyes that never left him. Just as Tim expected, Lucy lowered herself to straddle his lap with a huge smile on her face for her final song.

"Do you think I should end the concert like this?" She asked.

"Maybe we should end the night like this."

"I hope not. We're wearing too many clothes."

"We both know I'm very good at fixing that problem."

"LIVE MICROPHONE!" Tamara shouted over to them.

"Sorry, Tamara...and everyone!" Lucy apologized with a blush starting to color her cheeks. "I'll go back to singing and leave my private life with my husband to when I'm not holding a mike."

"You can just turn it off," he suggested at a whisper.

"After making hickeys on me in the car, there's no turning me off right now."

"I meant the microphone."

She giggled. "Right."

"Good to know I can't turn you off," Tim murmured before dropping a kiss on her neck making her sigh in response. "I know that's your favorite spot," he said even lower then amended to say, "Well, that someone else can see."

"CAN YOU TWO BEHAVE?" Tamara shouted at them from where she was standing next to the band at the back of the stage. The microphone was sensitive enough that it had picked up on their whispers and broadcasted them throughout the arena. "MARRIED COUPLES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BORING!"