You'll Never Stand Alone

Chapter 20

Once Whitney got back to her hotel that evening, she prepared for Kevin's call. Like clockwork, he surely called around 9:00pm. "Well hello Mr. Costner." She said, trying to keep her tone as cool as possible. "Hey there Ms. Houston." Kevin responded, glad she actually picked up. A few seconds of silence passed between them. "So what are you up to?" Whitney finally asked. "Just watching some baseball. The Giants versus The Pirates." Kevin responded. "Who's winning?" Whitney asked as she flipped through her own TV to find the game. "The Giants so far, and that's who I want to win." He went on. Whitney smiled to herself. It was nice to see that Kevin was definitely more of a regular guy who enjoyed a good beer and a good game over being seen in the spotlight, unlike Bobby. "I don't really watch baseball like that, I used to always watch basketball because both my brothers and Robin played." She went on. "I love sports." Kevin told her. "Maybe I can take you to some games soon enough."

Whitney smiled as she twirled her hair around her index finger like a teenage girl. "Well, what about little miss Barbie?" She asked. "I broke whatever we had going on off with her earlier today." He proudly responded. "I can't take her attitude, nor immaturity. And like I said, this time around, I'm looking for someone authentic, something real." He was hoping that he was getting his point across to Whitney. After seeing her earlier that day, there was no denying that he still had deep feelings for her and was glad the opportunity to pursue her could now be a reality. Whitney caught on to what he was saying and responded. "I'm as real as it gets." Kevin laughed. "I know that. Some things never change, Whit. So what are you doing tomorrow night?" Whitney sat up and smiled. "Well, nothing too much. Just a little radio interview, but I'll be done by four-thirty...why?" "Because I really would like to see you." "I want to see you too," she admitted. "So can I pick you up by six?" he asked. "Sounds good to me." She said without hesitation. "What are we gonna do?" "You'll just have to wait and see." Kevin said with a smirk in his voice. "Oh Lord!" Whitney exclaimed. "Can I least have a clue? I don't even know how to dress!" "Dress casual." Kevin simply told her. He was already planning an adventurous night for them and the ideas were spinning in his head. The two went on and caught up in each other's lives before hanging up, excited about seeing each other the following evening.

The following evening had arrived, and Whitney couldn't get done with her promotional interview quick enough. She had her driver race her back to her hotel where she got dressed in a nice fitted, slightly cropped black blouse and fitted tan colored pants. She had barely finished her makeup around six on the dot, when Kevin called and asked her to meet him downstairs that way less attention would be drawn. Whitney grabbed her leather jacket and met him downstairs, in which he was handsomely dressed in a plaid button down, jeans and sneakers. "Well hello gorgeous" he told her as she hopped in his black Camaro. He gave her a kiss on the check and reached behind him, pulling out a bouquet of violet flowers. "These are for you. You're favorite color." Whitney's face lit up as she inhaled the invigorating scent. "I love them Kev, that was really sweet of you. Especially, remembering my favorite color. You're getting brownie points already boy." Kevin laughed. "You're welcome. And glad to know that I'm already getting in good." As he drove, Whitney asked him where they were going. Kevin simply told her to sit back and relax and that she would be having an adventurous time tonight. A huge fan of surprises, Whitney obeyed and bopped her head to the radio music. She loved how Kevin took over in a non-demeaning way, which gave her a whole different level of admiration towards him.

About 45 minutes later, Kevin pulled up to a private trail deep in L.A.'s valley. He hopped out, and opened the passenger door for Whitney to climb out of as well. He pointed to a Harley- Davidson motorcycle in front of them. "Our chariot awaits," he told her as he handed her a helmet to put on. "Whoa, Kev. You didn't tell me you were a motorcycle man." Whitney inquired nervously. "It's one of my fun little hobbies." He told her. "I haven't been on a real motorcycle since my 'I'm Your Baby Tonight' video." She admitted. "And I haven't rode on one for real since I was young." Already with his helmet on, Kevin turned to look at her. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "I am. I just hope you know what you're doing." Whitney flat out said. "You know I wouldn't put you in harm's danger if I didn't think it was safe enough. Do you trust me enough to know that I won't hurt you?" Whitney paused for a minute, thinking that trust was such a big word. And it was the only word that she could honestly say was put to good use by Kevin towards her. She put on her helmet and climbed on the back of the motorcycle clinching her arms tight around his waist. "I trust you Kev. Let's roll."