Bron showered and stepped out. She
noticed a dress bag on the back of the bathroom door
with a note. The note simple said, “Love you.” Bron
unzipped the bag. It was the overpriced dress she
saw at the store. “Idiot,” she giggled. Bron finished
getting dressed and put on her face.
When she walked out of the bathroom
both Carlos and Jake gave her the once over. “Very
nice,” Carlos said.
The suite door swung open and in
walked Kevin. Bron’s mouthed dropped, that’s hot.
“Damn!” Bron just about screamed.
“Same to you darlin’,” Kevin grinned.
Bron was getting flustered just looking at him and
he knew it. It’s the long coat, she likes me in long
coats, he mused.
“Hey Kev you have to wear that suit
more often. She doesn’t have a word to say,” Jake
“Let’s go,” Bron groaned as she grabbed
her purse and coat.
They walked to the elevator and got
in, as they turned around they laughed. They saw
four Backstreet Boys, two brothers, two ‘uncles’,
one mom, and a little girl gaping at them. “Boo!”
Bron yelled as the doors closed. Laughter was heard
from the other side as the elevator started its ascent.
Bron looked at Kevin questioningly,
“What’s that about?” Kevin dropped his eyes to the
floor, “Something about you having legs and wearing
“I have legs,” she laughed.
“Oh I know. Nice legs, especially
when they’re wrapped…”
“Stop Kevin!” Bron shouted out,
as she figured out where he was going. Carlos snickered
under his breath.
Once out of the elevator they were
shown to a limousine. Carlos rode up front and off
they went. In the limo Bron asked where they were
Kevin was uptight; he wanted to talk.
They had so much to discuss and he just wanted to
get to wherever they were going. “I have no idea,”
he answered her without taking his eyes off the window.
They rode for ten minutes with neither
of them speaking. Bron gently placed her hand on
his and spoke softly. Something was eating at him
and she needed to find out what. “Tell me what’s
“We’ll talk at dinner,” he replied
without looking at her.
Panic welled up inside of her. She
had had second, third, and fourth thoughts about this.
She felt maybe he was having the same. “Kevin if
you’re having second thoughts I need to know,” she
“I’m not, so relax,” as he gently
squeezed her hand.
The limo stopped a few minutes later
and the door was opened. Bron was surprised when
she saw that Keith had opened the door, “You sneak.”
Kevin grinned at his best friend,
“Who set this up?”
“Mom,” Keith chirped back to him.
Kevin and Bron walked into the restaurant
and it was completely empty. No customers, nothing.
Kevin smiled, privacy at last. In his head, he thanked
his mom and whoever else had done this for him. Aloud
he spoke to her, “Gotta love them for trying, Italian
They were greeted and sat at a table
away from the din of the kitchen. The hostess was
pleasant and sweet to both of them. Several times
she had addressed Kevin as Mr. Richardson and Bron
as Mrs. Cooper. It hit a nerve in Bron but she didn’t
know why. Kevin was quite surprised; he had never
pegged her as the jealous type. Kevin was hiding
the small smile inside as he watched Bron. After
the third time, Kevin smirked at Bron, “Green doesn’t
Bron’s cheeks pink, “Like you should
They ordered a bottle of wine and
dinner and they talked small talk as they waited for
the first course. Finally Bron had enough, he wanted
to talk, now he was going to. “Why were you so upset
on the way over here?” Bron asked staring at her
glass in her hand.
Kevin watched and then slid his chair
next to her instead of across from her. He didn’t
like the space between them it wasn’t intimate enough
for him. “We have so much to talk about and I don’t
know where to begin.”
“Yes we do but I need to know if
this something you still want otherwise we are wasting
our breath.” Bron knew it had to be said even though
she didn’t want to. Somehow this man had pushed and
shoved himself into her life and her heart and she
didn’t want to lose him.
Kevin grabbed her hand quickly, “Don’t
doubt how I feel about you or that I don’t want this
marriage. I do,” he spoke.
Bron raised her eyes with a sense
of relief in them that even he could see, “You scared
me for a minute.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” he
smiled and squeezed her hand again and continued to
speak. “Bronwyn Cooper will you marry me?” he asked,
still holding her hand.
Bron didn’t say anything at first.
Slowly she took a sip of wine and set the glass back
down. “I thought we were past that all ready.”
“Umm… I…. I was wrong to ask you
the way I did. I want to ask you the proper way.”
Kevin lowered his eyes to his plate. It had been
eating at him. The way he had asked was not the way
to start a life together. You couldn’t exactly share
that with other people. He was waiting for her response,
she was slow to answer him.
“I guess so, since this is the second
time you have asked me. It’s nice to see you still
have a conscious.” Bron spoke in even tone.
Kevin exhaled so strongly he almost
blew the candle out. He hadn’t even realized he was
holding his breath. “Thank you,” he said still holding
onto her hand. The conscious remark was still stinging
but I guess I gave her reasons for feeling that way.
The server came and dropped off their
plates. Bron replied with a “Thank you,” as the waitress
hesitated at the table. Bron tried to pull her hand
out from under Kevin’s but he didn’t relinquish it.
The waitress smiled slightly at Bron. Bron was uncomfortable,
“Kevin, I need my hand to eat.”
Kevin released Bron’s hand and smiled
at the waitress. She informed them she would be back
in a bit.
“Thanks Bron,” Kevin busted on her
for pointing out his error.
Bron giggled back at him, “It’s okay
Lurch,” she cooed once the waitress walked away.
They sat and ate waiting to see who
was going to go next. Bron began that one so he figured
it was his turn. “Bounce,” he uttered as he glanced
up from his plate to meet Bron’s eyes.
“What?” Bron questioned.
Kevin sighed loudly. He felt like
he had hit a brick wall right off the bat.
“Come on Kev. I know she is a handful.
I’m not expecting you to deal with her or handle anything,”
Bron’s face became slightly angered.
Kevin knew why too. It was Bron’s
last thing in her life that she could control and
she was afraid he would wrestle her power away from
her. He dropped his fork to his plate and wiped his
mouth with the napkin. “Wrong Bronwyn,” came out
in a very thick Kentucky drawl.
Bron jerked her head back a little
flabbergasted at the tone and the use of her entire
name. Usually that only happened when he was angry
“I want to be involved in her life
but you don’t want me to be. You’re afraid that she
is your last remaining control.” He spoke to her
with the accent still even thicker.
“Kevin you’re wrong. Kaylin is a
child, not a tool or a control issue. She had gone
through so many adjustments lately. I just want to
protect her. If you want to be involved that’s fine,
we all know you have that fatherly discipline routine
down pretty good,” Bron smirked at him trying to lighten
“She like me. She likes my family,”
he replied. He was ignoring her smartass remark.
Bron shook her head, “Yes she does,
as Kevin the Backstreet Boy not as the man that her
mom is going to marry. Not Kevin who is going to
tell her what to do and when to do it. She’s a lot
like me, she’s doesn’t take well to being told what
Kevin frowned as he caught the gist
of what Bron was saying. He thought for a moment
and recalled the endless conversations he had had
with his family. At first he thought it was because
Bounce was just having a difficult time and needed
to adjust. Then he knew it was because Bron had turned
her into a spoiled brat when C.W. had passed away.
Bron grinned at Kevin, he was lost
in his own thoughts and she surmised what he was thinking.
“You made an impression on me to change my attitude,
you can’t do that with a six year old. You two had
a good day today, together, but you got in argument
over sheets. I have a feeling that if we had been
at home and not in public there would be no sheets.
I also think somebody’s backside would have been smarting
from an attitude adjustment and it wouldn’t have been
Kevin broke out in a full laugh,
“It’s not fair that you should know me so well. I
know that you don’t agree with that type of discipline
so I will try very hard not to. I need to tell you
Bron I’m not going to be negotiating again like I
did today. She is a child not an adult and she needs
to learn that. I want to be a family but things have
to change. I don’t want you to interfere every time
I do or say something.”
The waitress intruded to retrieve
their plates and deliver another course. “Let’s just
take it as we go. I won’t interfere over discipline,
I’m not that good at it anyway.” Bron said as the
woman walked away.
“Thank you again,” he sighed. “Those
sheets really bothered me,” he groaned.
Bron was hiding the smile trying
to form on her lips, “What’s the matter Lurch you
don’t want Little Man in your washer?”
Kevin closed his eyes and groaned
at the mere thought of Nick Carter’s face flipping
around at him in his new dryer. Bron began to giggle.
“Thanks for thinking of her and understanding that
we are a pair.”
Kevin grew silent once again as his
gaze drifted to his plate. Bron figured dealing with
Mc was easier then dealing with Kevin at the moment.
“What else do you want to talk about Kevin?” Bron
“I know you’re worried about stuff
getting in the papers. I just don’t want you to close
yourself off from me again.” Kevin answered her but
spoke to the plate in front of him.
“Look at me,” she requested and he
complied. “It will get in the papers, we know that.
I feel sorry for you not me. My bad times are over
yours are just beginning. I’m worried how this will
play out against you and the boys, not to mention
Bron eyes were misted over and he
could see that she was about to cry. She was damn
scared of doing this and had every reason to be.
She had probably thought up every conceivable worse
case scenario in her head and he knew it. He leaned
over and placed his lips on her forehead. “That is
why I love you. Everyone else comes first.”
The waitress appeared yet again and
apologized for the interruption. Kevin told her don’t
worry about it. Once she left again, Bron spoke.
“Now eat you’re losing too much weight.”
They ate and chit chatted enjoying
the idle conversation. It didn’t take much time to
hit the next roadblock in the conversation either.
Bron informed Kevin that when he was on tour that
she would be at home running her business. He was
used to having her with him but that he was going
to have to adjust. She then informed him that after
the Las Vegas concerts she was going home.
Kevin had two words for her after
hearing that she was going home after they got married,
“Yes way,” Bron frowned.
“Listen you’re staying with me until
I have to go to Mexico City,” He spoke loudly and
in a voice that let her know this was not open for
“Kevin…” she started to speak.
“No!” Kevin almost shouted.
“Kevin I have my flight booked.
You have a ton of things to do and so do I. We will
see each other again in two weeks. You have concerts
in Phoenix, L.A., San Diego, and then Mexico City.”
Bron tried to reason with him but she could see she
was failing miserably at it.
Kevin sat there shaking his head
from side to side the entire time she spoke. For
crying out loud, he’s acting like a baby, Bron spoke
to her inner self.
“We’re getting married on the seventh
and you want to leave on the tenth. That gives us
three days to be together and still no freaking privacy.
On top of that there are two shows to do,” Kevin rambled
off to her.
Bron waited for him to continue but
he didn’t. She opened her mouth to speak and he looked
at her, “It’s not going to happen. We are going to
L.A. together. I have a house to pack up and you
Bron was not going to L.A. come hell
or high water. That’s where he had been living and
he hadn’t been living alone. She had her flight booked
and she was going to Kentucky. She knew she couldn’t
change his mind so she figured the hell with him.
I’m leaving when I want too, not when he says he I
can. “Fine,” Bron answered him.
Kevin cocked his head at her, yep
that was too easy, but I’ll deal with it later. He
figured it was his turn and he was going back to that
work thing that was eating at him. “Is there another
way that you can do your job and not be on all those
Bron was first shocked and then angry.
“Now who is pulling a power play? My job is what
I do, you’ll have to learn to deal with it,” she hissed
Kevin closed his eyes as his own
words were tossed back in face. He opened them when
he heard Bron snickering out loud. “Yes,” he looked
“It’s The Call face just before you
jump out the window in your video,” she grinned.
“All frustration, please don’t make me do this.”
Kevin smirked at her, “I’ll try to
deal with your job. It’s not going to be easy. My
dad did that for years to put food on the table.”
“I love you,” Bron giggled.
They had finished eating and began
tossing single words back at each other and how they
would handle things. Bron spit out management and
fans. Kevin said that he would tell management in
L.A., it wasn’t there business anyway. He wanted
to be damn sure that the press wasn’t alerted before
hand. The fans, some would be fine with it, some
Kevin’s turn came and he tossed out
wedding to which Bron’s entire body tensed. “You
can’t avoid it, you will be there.”
Bron thought about the way the line
was delivered. It wasn’t sweet either it was flat
out don’t even think about not being there. “No shit,”
“Come on Bron can’t you be a little
happy,” Kevin whined.
“I’ve done this before. It’s a royal
pain in the ass,” she replied.
“Well I haven’t,” he spoke.
Bron backed up and understood that
she had hurt his feelings. “I’m sorry you’re right.
It’s just my nerves. I don’t mean to offend you.
Besides I don’t think we have too much say in it anymore
Kevin picked up his glass, “I hope
they are having fun because this is the last party
they plan for the Richardson’s.”
Bron smiled, “I think they are.
Look at this.” Bron waved her hand across the room.
“I don’t know why but I do appreciate it.”
“Yeah me too,” as he leaned over
and spoke to her ear. Bron’s hand slid under the
table and Kevin was very pleased. Finally they had
some time alone. They hadn’t discussed everything
but they had hit the main things that seem to be troubling
both of them.
Kevin had enough, he wanted to go
somewhere and be alone with Bron. “Let’s get out
of here,” he whispered to her and called the waitress
over. She had the check ready, he glanced at it,
grinned, and then handed her a large bill.
As they stepped out of the restaurant,
Keith pulled up as if anticipating their departure.
“Somebody is spying on us,” Kevin chuckled.
As they got in the limo they scrunched
together. Kevin started it and Bron wasn’t protesting
to loudly. The necking was getting hot and heavy
in the back of the limo. Keith knew that Kevin’s
family and the boys had started a little game called
‘Keep Away’, at least until Vegas. Once there they
figured Kevin would pound the shit out of all of them
if he wasn’t left alone. “How old are you two?” broke
the heavy petting session in the back followed by
a familiar chuckle.
“Shut Up!” they both chimed back
Kevin grinned at her as he pushed
Bron sideways on the seat. His hand slid up her dress
and he leaned over her. In a husky whisper he spoke
to her, “Have you ever…”
He was interrupted mid-sentence by
Bron, “No and I’m not going too. He’s watching us.”
She was screaming in her head she wanted to, but having
an audience twice in one week was not her cup of tea.
“I can change your mind,” came back
in her ear in a singsong voice, as his hands traveled
up her thigh.
“No you can’t,” Bron half-heartedly
giggled, knowing full well that he probably could
and would if given the chance. She could also tell
by the position they were in that he was up to the
task so to speak. Kevin leaned down her pressing
himself against her. “I want you, you want me,” he
mumbled in her ear. He lowered his lips to hers and
kissed her sweetly. Bron’s defense system was cracking.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the all-knowing
expression on his face that said triumph was almost
The limo came to a screeching halt
and Kevin was thrown to floor. Bron sat up and covered
her mouth to stop the laughter from coming out. Kevin
landed on his ass of the floor of the limo. His hands
propping his upper body up once he got his bearings.
“I told you he was watching,” Bron laughed.
“You’re fired!” Kevin yelled.
Sound broke through he limo again,
“You can’t I’m not working for you tonight,” Keith’s
laughter at his announcement did nothing to cool Kevin’s
Kevin crawled back up to the seat,
“I swear if these assholes don’t stop this shit…”
“Movies,” Bron spoke as she pointed out the window
to the sign. Kevin was getting surly even with her
now. He wanted some relief. It was no longer an
amusement and was starting to really piss him off.
Bron leaned closer and whispered,
“Hey they got that restaurant for us all to ourselves
do you think they would do that for us in this nice
Kevin closed his eyes briefly and
then grabbed the door handle. Before Bron knew it
he was dragging her into the theater. “Kevin slow
down,” Bron begged him. Jesus he’s going to kill
me, my legs aren’t that freaking long.
Kevin slowed his pace but continued
to drag her by the upper arm into the theater. An
usher motioned him to a theater with no sign on it.
He stopped abruptly when he was inside. He had been
dragging Bron with him in desperation to be alone
and she slammed into him. “Dammit!” she yelled at
“Hey guys where have you been, we’ve
been waiting for you,” was heard by both Kevin and
Bron. “No fucking way,” came out of Kevin in a low
growl that only Bron could hear.
The entire theater was filled with
the fellas, the band, the dancers, and the crew.
You name it, if they were part of the show or crew
they were there. Nick was the first to laugh aloud
as he watched the stunned couple. “Right up front
guys, we saved you two seats,” came laughing out of
“Thank you so much!” Kevin yelled
and the entire theater began to laugh. He was so
pissed and frustrated it wasn’t funny. Bron was mortified,
she could hide her feelings and thank the Lord Kevin
had a long coat on to hide his.
Kevin pulled Bron to the two open
seats in the first row. “I don’t believe this shit,
the first row,” Bron whispered to him. Kevin dropped
in his seat with such force he almost broke it. Bron
snickered a little nothing like a 6’ 2’’ disappointed
Backstreet Boy. “It’s your fav Kev, cheer up,” A.J.
snickered out loud.
Bron laughed quietly until she felt
his arm come around her back and pull her closer to
him. Okay now I have had enough she thought. “Hey
Kev,” she whispered.
“Hmm,” he replied as he turned to
“Why don’t we just call a cab?”
A smile grew across his face, “You’re
such a smart woman.”
Kevin stood up and grabbed Bron’s
hand. “Sit down dear and enjoy the movie. You’re
not going anywhere.”
“Oh God,” he groaned and sat down
quickly, “They brought my mother too.” I don’t want
to be here. I want to be alone with Bron. What the
fuck, I wanna get laid, he was screaming at them in
They sat and looked at the movie,
both of them lost in thinking their own thoughts.
He was pissed and horny and so was she. Bron sat
and tried to figure out what was up and then she finally
put it all together. She had to laugh at how much
effort they had put into this ‘date’. She had thought
that they were just tormenting Kevin but it was actually
a gift for both them. ‘A first date’, probably the
only one they would ever get.
When the movie ended everyone left
the theater and piled into vans and Bron and Kevin
included. Keith had left and Bron had to giggle to
herself. They probably figured they were not going
to give them another opportunity for them to be alone
“Something amusing you?” he said
annoyed with her sudden silliness. With that remark
Bron knew he had yet to figure it out. “No,” she
answered quietly. “I’ll see you upstairs,” she whispered
as she exited the van at the hotel with a lighting
Kevin was wondering if that had been
an invitation. All though he really didn’t need one
because that was his intention anyway.
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