I'm not usually one to read or watch entertainment news, but this story about Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce (the tight end from the Kansas City Chiefs) is too cute to ignore …

Up next, they'll meet up after Bella's performance in Boise.

Chapter Six

"Thank you, Boise!" Bella yelled, grinning widely out at the cheering crowd. She'd just finished her second encore and was going to pack it in for the night. Bella, Rose, and Demetri were going to stay at a hotel while the stage was packed up, driven across the border to Vancouver.

Walking down the stairs, Bella slipped into her dressing room. She flopped down on the couch and worked to untie her boots. She sighed, pointing, and flexing her feet when Rose came in. "I got your tickets for your trip to Seattle. Edward really pulled out all the stops," she sang, sitting down next to Bella. "You also lit it up tonight. Was it because you're going to see McHottie Hotpants?"

"McHottie Hotpants?" Bella deadpanned, opening up a bottle of water and taking a hefty swig. "Do I even want to know?"

"Have you seen your man's ass in those tight pants?" Rose asked, arching a brow. "It's a thing of beauty."

"Keep your eyes off my man's ass," Bella snorted, tossing the lid of the water at Rosalie.

"Just saying," Rose sang. "Anyway, Edward pulled some strings with the Seahawks big wigs. You've got a ride on the private jet, along with a suite at the Four Seasons under a pseudonym. Demetri is down the hall, just a phone call away."

"I still need to pack," Bella sighed. "And laundry … what time do I take off tomorrow?"

"Your laundry was done at the hotel. I packed you up while you were performing. All you need to do is put in your toiletries, Kindle and personal electronics," Rose explained, holding out her hand. "Come on, chickadee. Let's get you out of that costume. Do you want to shower here or at the hotel?"

"Hotel," Bella replied. She turned around, giving Rose access to her back to unzip her tight corseted costume. She held up the bodice, ducking into the bathroom. Inside, there was a pair of yoga pants and loose t-shirt … a Seattle Seahawks t-shirt, with Edward Cullen's number on it. "Rosalie Lillian Hale!" Stomping to the doorway, she held up the shirt. "What's this?"

"I'm just encouraging you, Bells," Rose smirked.

Bella rolled her eyes, shutting the door to the bathroom. She scoured her face of the heavy stage makeup and tossed her hair up into a loose ponytail. Padding out of the bathroom, she slipped her feet into a pair of soft slippers. Picking up her messenger bag, she walked to Rose. "I'm ready to soak in the tub and crash. What time do I need to leave tomorrow?"

"The flight is at one. The limo will pick you up at eleven. Demetri will act as your bodyguard and assistant while you're in Seattle. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Rose cackled, waggling her brows.

Bella gave her a bland look. "That doesn't leave much, Rose."

"Exactly," Rose sang, leading her out of the dressing room and to the waiting limo. "You should totally climb McHottie Hotpants like a tree."

Bella rolled her eyes, walking the labyrinth of corridors underneath the arena. How they managed to not get lost was a miracle. But, they navigated the hallways to the waiting limousine. Demetri held open the door with a friendly smile, closing it behind Rose and Bella. In the limo, Bella drank some water and munched on carrots and hummus that Rose had in her bag.

Using the back entrance and the employee elevator, Bella, Demetri, and Rose rode up to suite. Bella thanked her bodyguard with a smile, closing suite door. Rose prattled on about her travel plans as Bella pulled out clean panties and some pajamas.

"I ordered you some light appetizers. I'll stay here until they're delivered. Then, I'm going to head to my room," Rose explained, sitting down on the couch.

"Thanks, Rose," Bella said, shooting her a smile. In the bathroom, Bella drew herself a bath and slipped into the overly hot water, relaxing her tense muscles. About ten minutes into her bath, Rose knocked and explaining that the food had arrived. With a quiet good night, Rose left. Bella soaked for another five minutes before getting out of the tub. She dressed in her pajamas, taking care of her nightly skincare routine.

Yawning, she sat down at the small dining table and ate her meal. She flipped through her phone, smiling as she saw pictures from her Gaggle on Instagram with the hashtag of #GaggleOfSwansErasTour. As she was scrolling, a text came through.

All the arrangements have been made, sweet girl. I can't wait to meet you, face-to-face, tomorrow ~ Edward xx

She didn't want to text. She pulled up his contact information, FaceTiming him. He answered the phone. His hair was damp, and he was deliciously shirtless. Hello, six pack! "Hi," she breathed, grinning at him. "I wanted to hear your voice."

"I wasn't sure if you'd be up. I know you had a concert tonight," he replied. "How did it go?"

"Awesome," she answered. "I was happy with how things went, but I'm eager for some time off. I love performing, but this schedule is brutal."

"I'm sorry about taking time away from your …" he trailed off.

"Do not apologize," she interrupted. "I want to come and see you." After seeing his deliciously bare torso, she was eager to do what Rose suggested … climb him like a tree.

"How long do I get to keep you?" he asked lowly.

"I'm arriving tomorrow. My next concert is not until Thursday," she answered. "Six days, Mr. Cullen. Whatever will we do?"

"I can think of a few things," he purred seductively. "But, as much as I want to talk, I have an early morning tomorrow. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon. I have to meet with the team trainer."

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Some tightness in my throwing arm," he shrugged, moving to show a large ice pack around his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet girl. I'm counting the minutes."

"Me, too, Edward. Me, too," Bella murmured, blowing him a kiss. Hanging up the phone, she finished her meal and placed the tray outside of her room. She turned off the lights, walking to the king-sized bed. She read for an hour before curling up under the covers, drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face.

She woke up around mid-morning. With a bright grin, she slid out of the bed. Her body was sore from her performance the night before. She took a long, luxurious shower, letting the water pound on her tense muscles. Afterward, she took the time to curl her hair and applied some simple makeup. She put on a pair of jeans with a black t-shirt and black leather jacket.

A quiet knock interrupted her last-minute packing. Padding to the door, Bella checked the through the peep hole. Demetri was sticking out his tongue, making an ass of himself. She snorted out a laugh, opening the door. "You're an idiot."

"Got to keep you on your toes, Swan," he grinned. "This everything?"

"Yep," she chirped, indicating to the two small suitcases. She picked up her purse and messenger bag, slipping them over her head. Putting her cell phone charger into the bag, she opened up a new text. Snapping a photo, she tapped out a message to Edward.

On my way! I'll see you in a couple of hours! ~ B xx

The dots danced on the bottom of the screen. A picture popped up with Edward's handsome face, along with a message. I can't wait to see you, sweet girl. Have a safe flight. ~ E xx

Arriving at a private airfield outside of Boise, Demetri and Bella got onto the private jet that Edward had arranged for her through the Seahawks organization. They settled into the seats, accepting the flight attendant's offer of coffee and a snack. Bella read a book as they took off. Demetri was working on his computer, presumably to double check the security measures needed for her trip to visit Edward.

Nearly two hours later, they landed at a private airstrip. Bella was practically vibrating in her seat, eager to get settled in her hotel and finally, finally meeting Edward in person. Demetri and Bella got off the plane, walking through the hanger and into the waiting area.

There was a man wearing a Seahawks hat holding up a sign for Bella. He looked up and Bella recognized the crystalline green eyes. She grinned brightly, walking over to him. "Edward?" she whispered. "I thought you had an appointment with your trainer."

"This morning," he replied, folding the sign, and tucking it into his jacket. "You're my afternoon. I've got a limo to take you to your hotel, sweet girl." He reached for her hand, taking it in his. A jolt of electricity spread through their palms, making both of them take step together. "It's so good to meet you, Bella."

Demetri cleared his throat. "Word of your arrival has been leaked to the press, Bella," Demetri explained. "The paparazzi are … descending."

Edward twined his fingers with hers, pulling her through the airport, "We're parked in the employee lot, away from prying eyes." With a crooked smirk, he tugged on her hand and led Bella and Demetri to the waiting limousine. The driver helped Demetri load up the luggage in the back while Edward held open the door for Bella, assisting her inside.

The limo pulled away with Demetri in the front with the driver. Bella turned to face Edward, her face glowing with anticipation. "It's taking all of my restraint to not kiss you," she breathed, reaching up to caress his scruffy cheek.

"What's stopping you, sweet girl?"

With a confident smirk, she replied, "Absolutely nothing …"

A/N: To those of you who celebrate … Happy Thanksgiving! I'm so eternally grateful for all of my readers and everyone in the fandom!

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