My fingers slid across the frets, my sweaty palm gripping the neck of the Fender. The crowd settled enough to hear my voice in the earpiece. As I prepared for the last song, I glanced down at the set list taped to my guitar.

Sweet Taryn.

Appropriate, since she was every song. And every lyric. Everything I’d ever wanted.

Adjusting the mic, I raised a hand and then waited for the applause to fade to a dull roar. “Hope y’all enjoyed the warm up. Before we get on to the main event …” The crowd cheered and I glanced to the wings where Caged waited to take the stage. For all my resistance, I was grateful to my brother for this moment. Maybe the kid actually learned something in those therapy sessions. Something about me that even I didn’t know.

“I’d like to play a song for someone special. This song is called “Blue-Eyed Summer.”

My fingers glided through the chords as I began to sing.

“Can you take my broken soul? Were you sent to make me whole?

Take me, baby, make me your own. Don’t believe what you can’t be shown.

Thoughts they scatter, twisting and turning. Blue eyed summer’s got me burning.

Always in my head, every song I sing.

Tied me up and tied me down, hanging on a string.

Thoughts they scatter, twisting turning. Blue eyed baby, you’ve got me burning.”

My eyes fluttered open as the last lyric floated to the rafters. It took me a minute to process the tiny flickers of light glowing in the abyss beyond the stage as faceless strangers held their lighters and cell phones to the sky. The roar that followed nearly cracked me in half. I was right. The song I’d written for the girl with the sad blue eyes was my best. Soft, but with a hard edge. Like us.

I wobbled to my feet, then waved. Even if I had another song to play I wouldn’t. And I knew in that instant, I’d never be here again, on stage. And I was fine with it. At peace, finally.

Slinging the Fender behind my back, I strode toward Cameron with a wide smile. He wrapped me in a hug the minute I stepped behind the curtain. Not a bro hug … well, technically it was, since he was my brother. But this embrace was much more. He held on as I let go … of everything. Jealousy I’d never known I carried. Resentment. All of it.

“Fuck … that was awesome,” he croaked as he pulled away.

I wasn’t going to give him shit for the tears that glistened in his eyes. Hell, I was misty myself.

“Like I said, you better bring your ‘A’ game tonight.”

I patted Logan, Sean, and Christian on the back, stepping outside the circle before things got any heavier. The announcer’s voice echoed in the deserted maze as I made my way back to the tent serving as a green room.

Rounding the corner, my steps faltered. Considering my history with drugs, I thought for a moment that maybe it was all in my head. A flashback. Because there was no way that Taryn was six feet in front of me, tears streaking her face. There was no way she was running toward me on impossibly high heels. And there was no way her lips were pressed against mine.

I buried my hand in her hair, grasping the strands tightly. “You’re here.” My forehead rested against hers, but I’d yet to open my eyes for fear she’d disappear. I just stood there, breathing in her rain shower scent. “Why?”

Shut the fuck up, you moron.

It didn’t matter why. It didn’t matter how long. Nothing mattered.

She brushed my lips again, and I groaned. Loudly. Her mouth curved into a smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be performing. Tori brought me and …”

I looked down at her chest, rising and falling as her breath evened. “If she’s responsible for this outfit,” I kissed her neck, “thank her for me. Then burn it.” I nuzzled her ear. “But keep the shoes.”

Music spilled into the hallway along with the roar of the crowd. I had so many questions. But I couldn’t ask them here. “Are you …” I cleared my throat. “Can we go somewhere? Back to your loft?” Her forehead creased, so I tightened my grip reflexively. “Just to talk.”

“It’s not that.” She tipped her chin. “I sublet my loft. It’s a mess.”

Pain shot through me, but I kept my composure. “Okay. How about my place, or we could go get something to eat somewhere?”

“Your place is fine.”

Desire filled her stormy eyes. But we’d always had that. I pushed aside the knowledge that nothing had changed. In fact, this was worse. She’d subleased her place, solidified her plans.

But this time, I’d fight. I was up for the fight. All I needed was a chance, and a little sliver of light under the door she’d closed in her heart so I could edge my way inside.

“Is that so?” I slid my hand to the curve of her ass. “What do you have in mind, baby?”

“You and me in your bed.” She entwined our fingers. “Naked.” A slow smile crossed my face as she led me to the exit. “Except for the shoes. I’ll keep those on.”

Cursing, I slid my mouth from Taryn’s as I tried to find the light switch in the narrow stairwell. The single bulb illuminated the space, and she came into focus. Tousled hair, swollen lips, and her blouse askew, the neckline hanging off one shoulder. I thought I’d done a pretty good job holding off on the car ride over. I guess I was wrong.

She pulled off her shoes, then scurried up the steps with me in hot pursuit. “I thought you were going to keep those on,” I growled, snaking an arm around her waist as I pulled her back against my chest, walking us toward the bed.

She tugged on the zipper of her skirt, and it fell to the floor. “Don’t worry, I’ll put them back on. I never knew you had a thing for heels.”

“I’ve got a thing for you.” I spun her around, then yanked the blouse—and I used the term loosely, since it barely covered her tits—over her head. “Fuck, baby, I …” Love you. “… Missed you.”

I tipped her onto her back, and she landed on the mattress. Locking our gazes, she slid her black lace thong over her hips.

“Show me,” she breathed, her knees falling open.

I shed my clothes like they were burning my skin while she removed her bra. Dropping to my knees in front of the bed, I looped my arms around her legs. I dragged my tongue up her inner thigh, then placed a kiss on her swollen nub. Her hips shot off the bed.

“Chase?” Her fingers slid across my scalp.

“Hmm?” She tugged my hair gently, so I looked up.

I was ready for some type of disclaimer.

This is only for one night. This doesn’t change anything. Can you drive me to the airport when we’re finished?

That last one was a little far-fetched. Still, I went there.

Reluctantly, I climbed onto the bed. We met in the middle, facing each other.

“I don’t know if this can work,” she said softly, her fingertips grazing my cheek. “It’s probably a bad idea.”

Coppery blood trickled from the inside of my lip as I bit down to keep from running her over with my rebuttal.

She pressed a kiss to my mouth. “I love you, Chase.” A wary smile curved her lips.

“Then why …”

The “why” was evident. Betting on me probably made Beckett look like a sure thing.

“Because I’m scared.” She cringed. “I believe that you love me … now. But …”

I’d just spent months training myself to live in the now. Now was all we had. It was a rule I had to live by. I blew out a breath, then chuckled. Because I was never good at following the rules.

“Tomorrow’s not promised, baby. It’s a gift.” Her back stiffened, so I pulled her close. “If you want me to wrap it up in a bow and give it to you … I will. All my tomorrows.” I took her hand, pressing her palm to my heart. “You own me. But there’s nothing I can say to convince you. So, let’s just let it happen. Let me prove it to you. Please … just let me.”

Her mouth crashed into mine with such force our teeth clanked. “I love you,” she murmured between kisses.

I rolled on my back, pulling her on top of me. “Say it again.”

“I—”

“No.” She fused her lips together, and I smiled. “Say it when I’m inside you.”

The lamp on the nightstand crashed to the floor as I jerked open the drawer. I grabbed at whatever was in the compartment, frantically searching through the mess for a condom. Taryn laughed, and reached all the way to the back, pulling out a foil strip. “Looking for these?”

“Yeah …” I gave her a sheepish grin. “You might want to blow the dust off the package. They’ve been in there for a while.”

She tore the wrapper with her teeth, then slid down my body. A grin lifted her lips.

I was ready to explode as it is. If she wrapped her mouth around my cock, I might …

Fuck. I cursed, sliding my hand into her hair. She damn near swallowed me. My free hand gripped the comforter as I tried to think of anything but the tightening in my balls and her head bobbing beneath my hand. She moaned, and a jolt of electricity shot to my spine. I clenched every fucking muscle in my body to keep from giving in. “Baby … come here,” I bit out. “Now.”

She slid up, and we were nose-to-nose, her chestnut hair curtaining our faces.

“Say it now, Taryn.” Her sweet pussy beckoned, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I love you …” She sank on top of me. “I love you so much.”

I grasped her hips, holding her still. “I love you.”

She smiled a smile I’d never seen, and then her eyes fluttered closed. When I finally began to move, I slid a hand into her hair and pulled her flush against my chest. And I knew right then, I’d follow wherever she led. I was lost and I was found and I was complete. And for the first time in my life, totally at peace.