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So I guess you have this all figured out. You didn t need to talk to me about it after all.
I always need to talk to you, Kelly. Seems I wasn t the only one who had an adventurous time
last night. How d you do at the house?
Kellen shook his head. I never went inside. I was out on the beach, trying to throw away that
damned cuff you gave me, when I heard a piano melody that lifted me out of the depression that s been
holding me under for five years.
A song? Is that how you met Dawn? I wondered how you hooked up with her.
She s renting the house next to mine while she works; she says the sea inspires her
compositions. I knocked on her door so I could hear the song she was working on.
And then you got busy with her. Owen slugged him in the thigh. You stud.
It was more than that. We talked and she shared her music with me and then& Kellen winked
at Owen. Then I got busy with her.
When are you going to see her again? Owen asked.
Never. It made his heart hurt to say it, but it had to be that way. There wasn t a woman alive
who deserved to make do with what was left of his heart. And someone like Dawn deserved a man
who could give her the moon and stars. Devote every piece of himself to her happiness. He just didn t
have that much to give her. He d already given it all to Sara.
You re an idiot, Owen said.
And you re the relationship master?
I don t deny that I suck at relationships, Owen said, but at least I m trying.
The limo pulled to a stop outside of the hotel. Kellen tossed his half-eaten sandwich into the seat
and climbed out. He had tried. He d opened himself up to Dawn faster than he d let his guard down
with anyone. Even Sara. Even Owen. But it just wouldn t work. And if he fell in love with another
woman and she left him on purpose or through no fault of her own then Kellen didn t think he d
survive. How much of a heart did a man require to maintain a pulse? He was sure it was more than he
had left to spare.
Chapter Twelve
Kellen pretended to watch I Love Lucy reruns while he hid in a hotel room with most of his
band. Adam was sketching realistic-looking boobs as he used the hotel phone to schedule some
debauchery with his woman in New Orleans. Gabe was tinkering with the mechanisms of some crazy
invention that had Kellen cocking his head in confusion what in the hell was that thing? Owen
fiddled with his cellphone the entire evening to prove once and for all that he was a desperate loser.
Jacob had never made it to the hotel. Kellen could only guess what he and Lindsey were up to back on
the bus. Probably picking out baby names.
By the time they were sitting in the limo and headed back to the stadium, Kellen was ready to
climb out of his skin. Why had he told Owen to dispose of Sara s cuff? He had been fine without it
when Dawn had been available to distract him, but now that he was alone with his thoughts, he found
himself back in his ugly place. His very dark and oppressing ugly place. Should he call Dawn? He
didn t have her number. Should he drive back to Galveston after their show in New Orleans? No, he
was sure she never wanted to see him again. And in his note to her, he d made it clear that he wasn t
interested.
Except he was interested.
And he hated himself for the weakness.
I m going to punch you if you don t get out of your funk, Owen said. I thought all your doom
and gloom was caused by your lack of sex, but you got laid last night, so what gives?
You got laid last night? Adam s dark eyebrows shot up toward his hairline.
Yeah, by an elegant, classy, redheaded babe, Owen said.
Were you there? Adam asked.
Owen shook his head. I Googled her.
Kellen sighed in exasperation. I ve told you a million times that my funk, as you call it, has
little to do with sex.
Then you must be doing it wrong, Gabe said and ran a hand along the row of red-tipped hair
spiked down the middle of his head.
Probably, Kellen said.
If you need some inspiration, I could hook you up with some gadgets I& uh& bought, Gabe
said.
He doesn t need any gadgets. Owen said. He s not seeing her again.
If Kellen hadn t been used to Owen spewing everyone s business all the time, he probably
would have hit him. He was in that bad a mood.
Nothing wrong with getting your rocks off and splitting as soon as you can get away, Adam
said. Before Madison, that was the only way I rolled.
Kellen didn t bother telling them that it wasn t like that. He hadn t actually wanted to leave
Dawn. He d felt that he d had to, but his friends would probably take his denial as admittance. He d
rather not talk about last night or this morning and just forget about the whole thing. As if that were
possible.
But he could pretend things were the same as they d been for the past five years. They d just
think he was being moody.
At the stadium, several security guards escorted them inside. The backstage area was packed.
The band was supposed to be entertaining a large group of VIPs. Luckily, most of them wanted to
hang around with their lead singer, Jacob, who had no problem keeping two dozen women enthralled.
The dudes in the crowd immediately surrounded either Adam their guitar hero or Gabe the man
behind the skins. Kellen was grateful that he went relatively unnoticed as he snuck past the crowd on
his way to the dressing room. He had his eyes trained on the sign that said Band members only. No
guests.
Kellen! someone yelled from the crowd behind him.
He froze. He knew that voice.
Wait!
Some kind of bizarre reverse psychology had him jogging toward the dressing room. Just before [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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So I guess you have this all figured out. You didn t need to talk to me about it after all.
I always need to talk to you, Kelly. Seems I wasn t the only one who had an adventurous time
last night. How d you do at the house?
Kellen shook his head. I never went inside. I was out on the beach, trying to throw away that
damned cuff you gave me, when I heard a piano melody that lifted me out of the depression that s been
holding me under for five years.
A song? Is that how you met Dawn? I wondered how you hooked up with her.
She s renting the house next to mine while she works; she says the sea inspires her
compositions. I knocked on her door so I could hear the song she was working on.
And then you got busy with her. Owen slugged him in the thigh. You stud.
It was more than that. We talked and she shared her music with me and then& Kellen winked
at Owen. Then I got busy with her.
When are you going to see her again? Owen asked.
Never. It made his heart hurt to say it, but it had to be that way. There wasn t a woman alive
who deserved to make do with what was left of his heart. And someone like Dawn deserved a man
who could give her the moon and stars. Devote every piece of himself to her happiness. He just didn t
have that much to give her. He d already given it all to Sara.
You re an idiot, Owen said.
And you re the relationship master?
I don t deny that I suck at relationships, Owen said, but at least I m trying.
The limo pulled to a stop outside of the hotel. Kellen tossed his half-eaten sandwich into the seat
and climbed out. He had tried. He d opened himself up to Dawn faster than he d let his guard down
with anyone. Even Sara. Even Owen. But it just wouldn t work. And if he fell in love with another
woman and she left him on purpose or through no fault of her own then Kellen didn t think he d
survive. How much of a heart did a man require to maintain a pulse? He was sure it was more than he
had left to spare.
Chapter Twelve
Kellen pretended to watch I Love Lucy reruns while he hid in a hotel room with most of his
band. Adam was sketching realistic-looking boobs as he used the hotel phone to schedule some
debauchery with his woman in New Orleans. Gabe was tinkering with the mechanisms of some crazy
invention that had Kellen cocking his head in confusion what in the hell was that thing? Owen
fiddled with his cellphone the entire evening to prove once and for all that he was a desperate loser.
Jacob had never made it to the hotel. Kellen could only guess what he and Lindsey were up to back on
the bus. Probably picking out baby names.
By the time they were sitting in the limo and headed back to the stadium, Kellen was ready to
climb out of his skin. Why had he told Owen to dispose of Sara s cuff? He had been fine without it
when Dawn had been available to distract him, but now that he was alone with his thoughts, he found
himself back in his ugly place. His very dark and oppressing ugly place. Should he call Dawn? He
didn t have her number. Should he drive back to Galveston after their show in New Orleans? No, he
was sure she never wanted to see him again. And in his note to her, he d made it clear that he wasn t
interested.
Except he was interested.
And he hated himself for the weakness.
I m going to punch you if you don t get out of your funk, Owen said. I thought all your doom
and gloom was caused by your lack of sex, but you got laid last night, so what gives?
You got laid last night? Adam s dark eyebrows shot up toward his hairline.
Yeah, by an elegant, classy, redheaded babe, Owen said.
Were you there? Adam asked.
Owen shook his head. I Googled her.
Kellen sighed in exasperation. I ve told you a million times that my funk, as you call it, has
little to do with sex.
Then you must be doing it wrong, Gabe said and ran a hand along the row of red-tipped hair
spiked down the middle of his head.
Probably, Kellen said.
If you need some inspiration, I could hook you up with some gadgets I& uh& bought, Gabe
said.
He doesn t need any gadgets. Owen said. He s not seeing her again.
If Kellen hadn t been used to Owen spewing everyone s business all the time, he probably
would have hit him. He was in that bad a mood.
Nothing wrong with getting your rocks off and splitting as soon as you can get away, Adam
said. Before Madison, that was the only way I rolled.
Kellen didn t bother telling them that it wasn t like that. He hadn t actually wanted to leave
Dawn. He d felt that he d had to, but his friends would probably take his denial as admittance. He d
rather not talk about last night or this morning and just forget about the whole thing. As if that were
possible.
But he could pretend things were the same as they d been for the past five years. They d just
think he was being moody.
At the stadium, several security guards escorted them inside. The backstage area was packed.
The band was supposed to be entertaining a large group of VIPs. Luckily, most of them wanted to
hang around with their lead singer, Jacob, who had no problem keeping two dozen women enthralled.
The dudes in the crowd immediately surrounded either Adam their guitar hero or Gabe the man
behind the skins. Kellen was grateful that he went relatively unnoticed as he snuck past the crowd on
his way to the dressing room. He had his eyes trained on the sign that said Band members only. No
guests.
Kellen! someone yelled from the crowd behind him.
He froze. He knew that voice.
Wait!
Some kind of bizarre reverse psychology had him jogging toward the dressing room. Just before [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]