Things are about to get a little romantic for Deanee.

Chapter 10

There was always something about music. In my mind, music was good for the soul; an escape. It does wonders. I don't know if it's the words of the songs, the melodies, I don't know what. But music, man music. Nothing like it. So relaxing.

That's how I was feeling that afternoon at my Vegas home out back by the pool. Relaxing with my acoustic six-string across my lap, guitar pick in my hand. Something so comforting about strumming my guitar. It gave me freedom. Now, I'm no Eric Clapton but, I think I do okay.

A song pops into my head, then I begin to pick at the guitar strings, my right foot tapping. As the melody was being played, I let the words escape from my mouth.

I've been a rolling stone all my life.

Flying alone, flying blind.

I've seen it all, I've been around.

I've been lost and I've been found.

But, who I am with you is who I really wanna be.

You're so good for me.

And when I'm holding you, it feels like I've got the world in my hands.

Yeah, a better man is who I am with you.

I concluded the chorus as I saw Renee come and sitting to my left.

I've got a ways to go on this ride.

But I got a hand to hold that fits just right.

You make me laugh, you make me high,

You make me wanna hold on tight.

'Cause who I am with you is who I really wanna be.

You're so go for me.

And when I'm holding you, it feels like I've got the world in my hands.

Yeah, a better man is who I am with you.

I looked over at Renee as I sang the last line of the Chris Young song. I strummed one final notes to the song, then sat the guitar aside.

"You didn't have to stop playing. I was enjoying it."

"Come here, you."

Renee rose from her seat and got nestled onto my lap. She in leaned in and kissed me briefly before her lips pulled away from mine.

"You didn't have to stop kissing me. I was enjoying it."

She chuckled. "Just curious. You play the guitar so well. How come you didn't think about becoming a musician instead of a wrestler?"

"Being a musician, I guess, was not in the cards for my career path. Wrestling came first."

"If you weren't a wrestler, would you have been a performer in a band?"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not."

"Seriously? Not in front of thousands of people?"

"Nope."

"Yet, you wrestle in front of thousands of people."

"Dean Ambrose has no problem wrestling in front of thousands of people. Jonathan David Good would get stage fright."

"Really? You?"

"Yes."

"Well, would you ever do it?"

"Depends."

"Depends..."

"On who I would be on stage with. As long as it's not Taylor Swift."

"Okay," Renee laughed before bringing her lips to mine once more. "You know I love you, right?"

"Without a doubt. You know I love you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Hang on tight, now."

I put my arms under her body and rose to my feet. I turned towards the house and stopped. I sniffed.

"You didn't shower this morning, did you?"

"Of course I did."

I sniffed her shoulder. "Sorry. Don't believe it."

I turned back from the house towards the pool.

"HEY HEY HEY! What's the big idea?!" WAIT A MINUTE!"

I stepped towards the deep end of the pool and dropped her in. I watched her come back up to the surface.

"Are you nuts? Have you lost your mind?"

"What?" I asked with a shrug.

"You're crazy."

I quickly gasped. "What did you just say?"

I screamed as I jumped into the pool after her. I made it to the surface and we began splashing and laughing together. I gently pushed her to the side of the pool.

"So," I began as our laughing died out. "Do you have any plans tonight?"

"No. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters..."

I kissed her left cheek.

"Then..."

I kissed her right cheek.

"And maybe..."

I kissed her fully on the mouth. We kissed, and kissed and kissed some more. We got out of the pool and went up stairs to the bedroom where we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

After our love making was over, Renee's head rested on my bare chest. I ran my fingers through her hair. I looked at her. Man, she was beautiful. Our eyes met.

"What," she asked me.

"Nothing. I just love you."

"I love you too."

Renee rose from the bed, and got dressed. "What do you say we order us a pizza for supper. Sound good to you?"

I sat up in bed, back resting against the head board, knees bent to my chest. "Sounds good to me."

"Great. I'll go down stairs and call it in, then I have another call to make."

"Who?"

"You gave me an idea."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Really? What's the idea?"

She turned in the door way of our bedroom and looked at me. "I ain't telling you. You're just gonna have to wait and see."

Now, allow me to clarify here. The last time I heard a woman say that she had an idea for me, it was a day at the spa getting manicured, haircut, even a massage. Don't get me wrong, I like a massage every once in a while. The guy was friendly. Perhaps a little too friendly. He got awful close to my rear end a few times. If I felt him touching my butt at least once, I would hop off the massage table and knock him out. Well, not really, and he didn't, but still. And I could have swore he had the hots for me. EW! YUCK! Not my thing.

Well, whatever this idea was that Renee had for me...I hope it doesn't involve that over-friendly masseuse named Frank.