Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Brace yourselves, ladies,” I murmur as I hit publish on a video of Bishop singing and teaching that little boy to play the guitar.
My heart has swelled from seeing it firsthand and through the footage I’ve been going through. The moment was so sweet and made Bishop seem larger than life and so down to earth at the same time. I had to clench my thighs as Bishop looked up at me and we locked gazes.
I’ve been trying to forget that look since it happened. I shake my head before I get carried away and drown in my lust-filled thoughts again.
“Want a beer?” Fendi asks as he comes over and holds one out to me.
If this were Thrush, I’d be wary. He still hasn’t gotten his revenge for that prank. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Bishop did call him off.
“Sure,” I say and close my laptop.
I can’t help smiling as I think of the little girl who clung to Fendi’s leg after he taught her to play her first guitar today. She was one of many he taught but by far the most smitten and grateful. Now, in this parking lot, these guys look nothing like the gentle giants I watched with those kids. They had genuine patience and kindness.
Fendi hands the beer over and nods his head before taking a seat at the table the guys pulled from the bus and set up with chairs. I take a sip of the beer as I narrow my eyes and watch Bishop.
He’s throwing a frisbee around with Thrush and Dwayne. Their deep chuckles and cheers fill the night air. They’re all so relaxed. None of the high energy from performing and none of the persona they show when fans are around.
This is just them. Ordinary guys. Bishop Love is just a kind man. A rock star but so much more.
I’ve learned so much about this man since we’ve met. He’s not at all what I expected. None of the guys are, but Bishop stands out in his own right.
“This is great. You were right. The fans are going crazy over this stuff,” Fendi says.
“You guys did a really good thing and all of you looked as if you wanted to be there. That will go a long way. Fans can see through the bull if looking close enough.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Although we love events like this one. The kids are cute and it’s fun giving them a skill that could change their lives.”
“Do you know what the deal was with the crying mom and the little boy? I didn’t record any of that, but I saw it.”
Fendi looks at me. A sad look comes over his face and his eyes go distant for a beat. He clears his throat then takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat again.
“He did for that kid something I wish someone would have done for me,” he finally replies.
“What was that?” I ask cautiously.
“You should ask Bishop.”
Just then, Bishop saunters over and places a plate in front of me and one in front of himself. I dig into the burger because it’s been a long day and I’m actually starving. I hadn’t planned to pry, but as we eat Fendi throws me under the bus.
“She wants to know what was going on with the kid and the mom,” he says, causing me to snap my head up, wide-eyed.
“Oh, um, yeah. I was just curious. You don’t have to tell me anything,” I rush to say.
Bishop gives me a smile and wipes his mouth with his napkin. I drop my gaze to my plate as my cheeks heat. I don’t want to come off as nosy. It was clear that was a private moment.
“Evan and his mom needed some help. They were abused by Evan’s dad. I’d say it’s lucky for them the bastard dropped dead, but now cash is tight. They were on their way to losing their home.
“I helped out to make sure they have food and a roof over their heads. His mom will have employment before the end of the week.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“You did that for them?”
“Yeah, the kid doesn’t deserve that. He’s had enough shit in his life, and he still managed to smile. Something felt off and I asked Dwayne to see what he could find out. Then I did what I could to help.”
“And you didn’t bother to tell me so I could get it on film?”
“Not everything needs to be shared. Everyone wants to make everything content. We need to remember when to close doors. That family needed help, not a front-page story about their heartbreak and struggles.”
“Wow,” I breathe.
This man just keeps blowing me away. Just when I think I have him figured out, I learn something new.