Her Younger Man (A Country Music Romance): a Renny and Rachel Romance Read Online Free

to know better falls in love with a man because of a song?
    Do they?

CHAPTER  FOUR
     
    The concert ended and most of the crowd departed. I sat, wondering what would happen next. They had done three encores and it was way past 10 but a small crowd still gathered around the front of the stage waiting for the brothers to emerge. I was waiting to. How in the world could I look Renny in the face after that amazing performance? I understood why they were so popular, I just wondered what had taken them so long to achieve super-stardom. Talent in spades. Good looks to match. They all had the sweet Tennessee drawl Renny treated me too during that disastrous interview. Who wouldn’t love them?
    A roadie finally came out and informed the crowd by the stage that the brothers had already left the venue and there was no use waiting. Great , I thought, I guess I get my own way home.
    Just as I was about to pull out my phone and look up cab companies I was poked in the back. I whirled around expecting to see Jed but instead it was a badly disguised Renny, beneath a grey hoodie and glasses.
    “Did you like it?”
    “I did. That song … when ..?”
    “C’mon, let’s get out of here before they recognize me.”
    Too late. Some of the girls filtering out had turned and were pointing at him. One of them started toward us only to be pulled back by another, who said loudly enough for us to hear, “Hey, he’s with his Mom, let’s leave them alone.”
    His Mom? I looked old enough to be his Mom? Well, that brought my giddish schoolgirl fantasies to an abrupt halt. That song was not for me. Renny Taylor was out of my league, and age group. I wanted to slap myself. What an idiot I’d been thinking he wrote a song for me, a woman he met for 20 minutes a week ago. I must be really losing it.
    Renny grabbed my arm and steered me away from the entrance, through a fence and into a waiting car.
    Jed was in the driver’s seat. “Hey, I thought all you had to drive was the bus?”
    He shrugged as Renny explained, “I thought you wanted the inside scoop. No?”
    “Yes. Thanks. It was a bit of overkill but it will be good for the article.”
    “Oh yeah, the article.” He reached to the front seat and grabbed a manila envelope. “Here’s some press pictures if you want to use them. You didn’t bring a photog did you?”
    No, no I hadn’t. Mostly because we didn’t have one for me to bring. I grabbed the envelope and opened it expecting the same cheesy PR shots I got from everyone. They were there, no doubt, but there were also candid shots of the brothers camping, playing music in a parking lot with the bus behind them and even riding a rope swing into a river. Nice. Personable. Good ol’ boys.
    Good ol’ boys with panties in their back pocket.
    “Hey, this is the wrong way,” I said to Jed, who again shrugged and pointed at Renny.
    “We go to this great little pub in Troutdale. Thought you could meet the other guys and get all you need to make us look shiny. “
    “You mean, stir up the natives before the big concert at the Gorge Amphitheatre on Wednesday.”
    He laughed an insolent, infectious, toothy, meaty guffaw. “Right. Except it sold out months ago. Hey there Rachel Drake, you may not know of us but we are big time, right Jed?”
    “The biggest.”
    “How much do you pay this poor guy to be your butt-kisser and lackey?”
    “Hell, I don’t pay him nothin’. Meet my cousin Jed.”
    Jed reached back to shake my hand never taking his eyes off the road.
    “They do feed me and let me sleep under the bus most nights, so I’m not complaining.”
    “I hear the resemblance. What is it about Tennessee that creates smart-asses?”
    “Jed here’s from Arkansas, right Jed? He’s the hillbilly in the family. Heck, sleeping under a bus is a step up for him.”
    “Got that right cuz.”
    I smiled but vowed revenge. I was not taken in by their country charm bit. I knew that tour bus was top of the line and cost over a 100