" You know, Piggly Wiggly never could hang on to a night stock manager. Your math skills would be a plus, maybe even your Spanish, and you don't mind staying up late." " Piggly Wiggly, wow. I hadn't thought about that. I'll swing by, pick up an application tomorrow. But if it doesn't pan out maybe ... Never mind, it's a crazy idea." " No, tell me. I want to hear it." " Well, just as a backup plan, I did hear that Sony has an opening. They're, um, they're looking for a rock star. The hours suck, but it's no worse than night stock manager at Pigs. I bet it pays better too." Isabel stopped in her tracks, playfully slapping his arm. " Aidan, that's genius! That's what you should do! I've heard you sing, you can carry a decent tune." She looked him up and down. " With a little work, you can probably pull off the image." He tugged on her arms until she was in his. " Only if you're sure. Only if it's what we want." " Aidan, it's who you are. I've known it since the day we brought that first guitar here. I'd never want to take that away. "