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Total pages in book: 95
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Julian: I've been in love with my best friend since forever. Okay, fine. Like, kindgergarten. It started out platonic, obviously, but then became... nope. Still platonic. The problem is that Parker Ellis has been straight since forever. And that makes it difficult to convince him the two of us are meant to be together. And now there's no point. All is lost. He's gone and gotten engaged to his high-school sweetheart which means I have to grin and bear it while pretending to be the happy, supportive best man while he prepares to commit his life to a woman I can't even fault. She's great. We've all been friends forever. I know he'll be happy with Erin, just not... just not as happy as he could be with me. Parker: I'll admit. Sometimes I press the easy button. Like when Julian Thick had offered me half his sandwich back in grade school after noticing I didn't have any food. Or when I'd needed a date to homecoming in tenth grade and Erin told me she was it. Or when I'd used the one thing that came easy to me, skiing, to get my college tuition paid for. Or when Erin had showed back up in my life six months ago and told it was time to marry and start a family... But for the first time in my life I'm facing something that's not at all easy. It's my wedding weekend and I've just been left at the altar. Not only that, but when my best friend whisks me away to drown my sorrows in a snowy cabin in Aster Valley, I accidentally discover Julian's been keeping secrets. Big secrets. The kind of secrets that lead to hot experimental kisses in front of a blazing fire, tentative physical exploration in a way I'd never imagined before, and the kind of intimate, true confessions I'd never even dreamed of between me and the one person who's always been my true home. But after twenty-plus years of thinking of Jules as my friend without benefits, is it truly possible to change who we are to each other? There's no easy button this time, but I'm willing to do the work. I only wonder if Julian is ready to trust I really mean it.
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PROLOGUE

JULIAN

It wasn’t the first time Parker had snuck into my house in the middle of the night, but it was the worst.

He was already crying, and his clothes were covered in dirt. I’d left the bathroom light on by accident, and when the sound of the window woke me up, there was enough light for me to make out the smudges on his sweatshirt and debris in his hair.

Parker Ellis was awkward at the age of fourteen—tall and scrawny, all elbows and knees—but he was my awkward.

“C’mere,” I croaked, opening the covers so he could get warm. I was still half-asleep. Normally, I would have been annoyed at getting my bed dirty, but I could tell how upset he was.

As soon as he dove beneath the covers, I dropped the comforter and pulled him in close. He smelled like the cold night air and the dry leaves he’d probably had to wade through to get to my window. “What happened? What’d they do?”

Parker’s parents were assholes. They’d been assholes the entire time I’d known him, but it hadn’t been until the last two years of elementary school that he’d started sneaking over to my house when things got really bad.

In the beginning, it had been loud parties lasting late into the night. But then his dad had gotten a job with lots of travel. There was less partying, but there was also more neglect. Parker’s mom had gone out with friends instead of having people over. She’d forget to get groceries or feed him dinner.

Once my parents had figured out what was happening, they’d given him an open invitation to come to our house for meals anytime. They also knew he spent the night often, but since they had a “no sleepovers on school nights” policy, they simply looked the other way when he snuck in on a weeknight.

This had been going on for years, but lately, it had gotten worse. Now that we were in middle school, his parents felt like Parker was old enough to be left home alone overnight, sometimes for weeks at a time. His mom had gotten jealous of his dad’s travel and had insisted on joining him on his trips, leaving Parker on his own in a big empty house with no food and no one to help him with his homework or take him to and from after-school activities.

Watching Parker’s parents treat him like shit was the first time I’d realized even a kid from a family with plenty of money could suffer from hunger and neglect. It wasn’t quite enough for anyone to call Child Protective Services and risk putting him in the system, since he was surrounded by families like ours who would take him in and make sure he had what he needed, but it still sucked.

“I hate them,” he growled, snuggling in closer to me for warmth. His skin was cold and prickly with goose bumps. “I hate them so fucking much.”

We had an important math test tomorrow, and Parker had been over earlier that afternoon so my sister, Hazel, could help both of us with our review homework. He’d walked home right after dinner the way he usually did when he came home with me after school.

“What happened?” I asked again. I rubbed his back through his sweatshirt, trying to help him get warm. Hot tears landed on my neck, and his fingers gripped the thin cotton of my T-shirt.

“My key didn’t work. I had to crawl around in the bushes to find that rock thing where we keep a hidden one, but that didn’t work either.” He sniffed and took a breath. “So I waited for Mom to get home, but she never came. And then I walked down to the gas station to use their phone to call her. She said she…” His hand clenched tighter, accidentally catching one of the few hairs on my chest. “She changed the locks because she didn’t trust the house cleaners. But she forgot to tell me, and then… and then she left to go to Chicago with a friend at the last minute. She said not to break a window or I’d have to pay for it. But my English homework is in there, and all my clothes, and…”

I was so angry, I wanted to punch something. Parker didn’t have any money. We were fourteen. Every dollar he made trying to mow people’s lawns in summer and shovel snow in winter was spent on buying himself food or other things his parents neglected to provide for him, despite all the money they had.

“Did you talk to your dad?”

He shook his head. “How can he help? He’s in Florida at a conference. I’m just so embarrassed. I’m sorry for coming over again. I tried to sleep on the chair on the front porch, but it’s too cold without a blanket.”

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Total pages in book: 103
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The man asked me to valet his damn car. Look, I left LA for a reason. I’ve had my fill of big Hollywood stars and their even bigger egos. I want something genuine. Something real. And it doesn’t get any realer than being the new sheriff of Aster Valley, Colorado. That is, until entitled Finn Heller appears on the scene, handing me the keys to his convertible like I’m his personal servant. The former child star and wannabe action hero is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s also a snarky party animal with legions of adoring fans and attitude for days. Or so I thought. The longer the film crew stays in town, the more I begin to wonder if Finn is hiding his true self, one that’s as beautiful inside as out. He’s a star alright, but the kind that shines bright enough to light up the night sky... the kind I want to make a wish on. A wish Finn will find a way to make things work with me, even if it means his next role is my very own leading man.
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Declan

“But, Sheriff—”

“But nothing, Penny,” I told my dispatcher over my earpiece as I strode down the sidewalk in the center of Aster Valley one bright June morning. “I don’t care how nicely the Gold Rats production team asks, we are not closing down Cade Road on short notice for them to film a high-speed chase. The movie people have disrupted things enough around here.”

They’d disrupted me enough.

I’d left Los Angeles for this tiny Colorado town six months ago for a reason, and that was to get as far away from Hollywood and its players as I could. But now, here they were. Like a fungus I couldn’t get rid of.

Especially the one exceptionally entitled actor I’d had a run-in with the night before.

Finn Heller.

The man had a face that belonged on the big screen, alright—a face that had been awfully hard to get out of my mind when I tossed and turned in bed last night—but his ego had been bigger than Rockley Mountain, leading me to believe that all the rumors I’d read about him were true.

He was a spoiled brat. A troublemaker. A party boy. A child-star-turned-adult-wannabe. The personification of everything I’d hoped to escape when I’d fled LA.

I’d been minding my own business at a friend’s party when the kid had asked me to valet his car, for god’s sake.

So, no, that movie crew wasn’t getting another damn concession out of me.

“Penny, I’ve gotta go. Meeting the new deputy.”

“Tell him I say hi,” she said before clicking off. “And if he’s cute, maybe ask him out. I could stand an office romance to spice things up around here.”

“That’s not happening. Ever,” I assured her.

“Morning, Sheriff Stone!” Chaya called out from behind the counter as I stepped inside the coffee shop. “How’s it going?”

It was such a sweet, simple thing, being greeted by name. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to it in the months I’d lived in Aster Valley, Colorado, but I liked to think I was getting there.

“I’m doing just fine. Ravenous, though.”

“Well, we can take care of that.” She nodded toward a table near the window and lowered her voice just a fraction. “New deputy’s waiting on you. Punctual, which is great, but straight and single, which isn’t great for you. Great for me, though…”

What was with these people? I didn’t need a man. And… she’d learned all that in five minutes? His dating status and that he was straight, too?

I blinked, opened my mouth to—Jesus, I didn’t even know what. Offer Chaya a job getting hardened criminals to confess?—then closed it again. No, I definitely wasn’t getting used to small-town living anytime soon.

“I’ll be over in just a second to take your order,” she added brightly.

“Great. Cup of coffee, black, if you don’t mind?” I suddenly wondered what my beverage order said about my integrity, but I reminded myself that I’d already proven that.

In fact, I’d proven it more than once.

“Deputy Graham? I’m Declan Stone.” I offered him a welcoming smile and reached out a hand to shake. He stood up to take it, and his grip was warm and firm. “Nice to meet you in person finally. Hope you didn’t mind meeting me here. I was thinking an informal breakfast meeting would be a great way to welcome you to town. How was the move?”

Shawn Graham had come strongly recommended by a friend in the FBI, who’d worked with the officer on a missing persons case down in Durango. From everything I’d seen in his application and on his resume, we were lucky to get him.

He gave me an affable smile. “A pain in the ass the way you’d expect, but please call me Shawn, Sheriff. Everyone else does.”

I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. “And I’m Declan. The sheriff thing’s still fairly new.”

“Yeah, I heard about the trouble with your predecessor.” Shawn took his seat.

“You heard, huh?” I gave him a sharp look, and the man looked a little embarrassed. “Didn’t know the news had traveled as far as Durango.”

“Well, my brother is chief of police over in Meeker. Jay Graham. Maybe you know him? Anyway,” he hurried on when I shook my head, “when I told him I was looking at a job here, he gave me a rundown on the whole extortion plot Sheriff Stanner cooked up, and how a couple of the deputies were involved. Small department like Aster Valley’s, losing part of the force like that had to be a blow.”

He said this so sympathetically, it was impossible to take offense. And besides, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have gotten the rundown from Chaya or a dozen other Aster Vallians within the next twenty-four hours.

“It was hard on the whole town,” I admitted. “Building back trust in the department is our primary goal these days.”

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Total pages in book: 112
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When I rode my bike into Aster Valley, it was supposed to be temporary. A quick, relaxing visit with friends. No entanglements. Zero drama. But then I saw the bumblebee being harassed on the side of the highway. More specifically, I saw Truman Sweet, Aster Valley’s resident botanist, spice merchant, and bee-costume enthusiast, being harassed. And the second I got involved, all my plans for a quick departure scattered like pollen on the breeze. It turns out that Truman—adorkably shy, relentlessly sunshiny, hot as all heck, reluctantly-still-a-virgin Truman—has secrets. Secrets someone in this charming small town doesn’t want brought to light. Secrets that rouse every one of my protective instincts just as surely as his kisses rouse… other parts of me. And before I know it, I’m thinking being entangled might not be so bad… if it’s Truman I’m tangled up with. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Truman from the dangers in his past, but after a lifetime of loneliness and disappointment, how can I possibly convince him to trust me with his future?
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Sam

Everything was going fine until I saw the bumblebee. It was the third day of my road trip from Houston to Aster Valley, and I’d finally arrived. It was as picturesque as any other ski town in Colorado was in late spring, but smaller and with noticeably fewer tourists since there wasn’t any actual skiing here anymore. Considering I’d never heard of Aster Valley before my best friend, Mikey Vining, and his very rich, very good-looking, very adoring football player boyfriend, Tiller Raine, had left me behind in Houston and bought themselves a giant ski lodge in town earlier this year, I wasn’t surprised.

But I was surprised when I saw the teen-sized bumblebee being chased through a large patch of wildflowers on the side of the highway by a man who looked at least twice his size. The last thing I wanted was to get involved in someone else’s drama—hell, I’d left Houston specifically to get away from my own—but if there was one thing I couldn’t abide, it was bullying. I’d gotten enough of that myself as a kid from my own father.

I wrenched my bike over to the side so fast I almost crashed into an old, half-broken-down billboard advertising a ski resort that must have been just the thing in the 1980s.

“Let go of him,” I shouted. “Leave him the hell alone.”

My friends teased me for my deep growl, saying I sounded annoyed at the least and angry at best, but in times like these, it came in handy.

The bigger man stopped and stared at me, and the bespectacled guy in the ridiculous bee costume froze like a squirrel caught stealing from the bird feeder. “Mind your own damned business, asshole,” the bully said.

I glanced at the bee. “You okay?”

His eyes were wide with fear, and his antennae were trembling. Despite both of those things, he was trying very hard to smile as if everything was normal. “Um, I’m fine.”

He was clearly not fine. I pulled out my phone and pretended to dial. “How about I call the police just in case?”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” The bully shoved the bee until he fell on his fluffy yellow ass. “This isn’t over, Truman.” He shoulder checked me hard on the way past and disappeared around a bend in the road. I noticed a heavy trace of alcohol coming off him.

I reached out for the bee’s hand and realized he was an adult and not the teen I’d first assumed him to be. “Let me help you up,” I grunted, suddenly feeling oddly attracted to the little bee. He had a pretty face with delicate features and cherry-red lips almost hidden under a crazy tumble of dark brown curls.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” he said in a soft voice, getting to his feet. “You could have just kept on going. He probably wasn’t going to hurt me very badly. And, really, everyone has their issues, you know?”

Just then, a tricked-up truck with a heavy metal push bar on the front came careening around the corner from the direction the bully had gone. It deliberately headed straight for my bike, pushing it into the stone base of the town sign with a sickening crunch. The asshole shot me the bird, called me a few choice names, and then did a three-point turn before hauling ass away from us.

I looked back at the bee, who simply stared after the pickup. “Oh no,” he said faintly. “No, no. He wasn’t supposed to do that. He… that wasn’t fair. You were just trying to help.”

“Who the hell was that guy, and what the hell’s his problem?”

“That’s Patrick Stanner,” he said, like that should mean something to me. When I shrugged uncomprehendingly, he added, “Brother of Craig Stanner? Son of Kimber and Gene Stanner? Nephew of Erland Stanner? Still no?”

He must have noticed the blank look on my face, because he cleared his throat and continued. “Huh. Well, anyway, his family fell upon some hard times and lost everything to the banks. And it was kind of because of me, so whenever he gets in a certain kind of mood… he finds me and gives me what for. Usually it’s not so bad.”

I opened my mouth to ask him why the hell he thought any of this was his fault, but he let out a nervous laugh and said, “I can’t believe I just told you that. Please forget I said anything. It’s not… it’s… it’s fine.”

He looked everywhere but at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or nervous. I knew my large frame and stern face, not to mention the bike, could give off the wrong impression of me, so I stuck out my hand. “Sam Rigby.”

The bee’s eyes widened even more behind a pair of dark-framed glasses when he slid his hand into mine. “Oh, uh… Truman Sweet.” Suddenly, a pink blush appeared on his cheeks and his dark eyelashes flitted softly as his nerves got the better of him. My throat suddenly felt dry.

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Tiller: As the first openly gay professional football player, I can’t afford to make any mistakes, on or off the field. And the absolute biggest mistake I could make right now would be to fall for Mikey Vining, my best friend, employee and, more importantly, Coach’s baby boy. I might fantasize about Mikey at night-—every night—but actually touching him would be a serious personal foul. And falling for him? That’s completely out of bounds. Mikey: I’ve learned my lesson about falling for one of my dad’s players. They’re a bunch of spoiled jocks with more muscles than brains. I’ve spent years learning to keep my eyes, and my hands, to myself. But resisting the temptation becomes nearly impossible when Tiller Raine and I end up together in a small cabin in a remote Colorado town. Suddenly, there’s not much to do but look at each other. And talk. And hopefully, hopefully touch. But what happens when our stay in Aster Valley is over and it’s time to return to the real world? Will Coach blow the whistle on our relationship? Or will Tiller admit there might actually be something he loves more than football after all?
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Prologue

Tiller

“Raine!” Coach V.’s bark was as familiar to me as the sound of the crowd cheering on a Friday night or Saturday afternoon. The problem was, this time the sound was muffled by thousands of gallons of blood rushing through my ears. I could have sworn I felt my heartbeat in my brain.

“I’m fine, Coach,” I mumbled. Only, it sounded like “Mah fo” for some reason.

“Like hell you are. Q-bie! Get your ass over here with the med kit and some glucose. Raine’s bonked. Again.”

I wasn’t sure bonked was a term used in football, even at the pro level. But then again, I was a rookie. What the hell did I know?

I turned on my side and dry-heaved. Coach Vining squatted down a safe enough distance away to avoid any vomit, but close enough he only needed to hiss for me to hear him. “This ain’t peewee league no more. Your coach told me you had a problem forgetting to eat. Remember we had a little conversation about it when I recruited your sorry ass?”

I tried to say, “Yes, Coach,” but it came out as more dry-heaves.

“So we had a conversation, you and me. And I told you to get your nutrition in order. Hell, I even suggested you hire a professional meal service or some shit. You remember what you said?”

I coughed and rolled back to my back. The scorching heat of the turf against my sweaty jersey was reassuring. It meant I was alive and still in Houston busting my ass for the Riggers. Playing for the NFL was a dream come true, but right about now I would have given my left nut for a different dream.

“I said I’d handle it, Coach.”

“Damned right you did. You said you’d handle it. And here we are only four games into regular season and you’ve passed out three times already from low blood sugar. What the hell you eating, son?”

He didn’t give me time to answer before he continued.

“Whatever it is, it ain’t enough. Pro ballers have to eat a minimum of four thousand calories per day. You know this. And if you don’t, you’re even more of a dumb shit than I already thought. So here’s what we’re gonna do. One of my boys has some kind of nutrition degree and knows how to cook healthy. You’re going to find someone like that who knows what’s what and hire them to keep your body fueled like a goddamned pro baller. You got me?”

I thought of his four grown sons. One had played football for Alabama, one for Clemson, one for UT, and the other had wrestled for A&M. They were hard workers, and all had big, muscled bodies. Hell, one of them currently played for the Bengals. If Coach wanted me to consult one of them for nutrition help, I would do it.

“Richie?” I asked, thinking of the wrestler. He probably had the most experience in managing his nutrition, but he was a mean fucker—always spouting off about fairness but only when it cut against him.

“Nah. My youngest. You met Mikey at the WAGs dinner before preseason.”

Fuckin’ A, I’d forgotten. Coach had a fifth boy. A little runt of a guy with nerdy glasses and dark, messy hair. He was the opposite of a ballplayer. The kid had looked like he’d been plucked out of a riveting lecture on the periodic table to come to the friends-and-family thing.

“Mikey,” I said stupidly. “He’s a chef?”

Coach shrugged. “Nah. He’s a gopher. I only said find someone like him who knows about nutrition and cooking for athletes. Not him, though. He works for Bruce as an errand boy. Someone like him. You got me?”

Q-bie had come racing back from the sidelines and was busy sticking me with an IV to push his magic fluid. Within a few moments, I was well enough to sit up.

“I don’t need a chef,” I muttered. “I need a bodyguard to keep the media away from me.”

I was the first out player in the NFL who’d made the starting lineup. Since I’d been out since high school, there’d been no way of putting that Genie back in the box, even if I’d wanted to. Which I hadn’t. The Riggers had known I was gay when they’d recruited me, but my stats made me downright irresistible. If they hadn’t drafted me, someone else would have. I was a Heisman winner, and that trumped sucking dick any day of the week.

Coach narrowed his eyes at me. “Then get you one of them, too. Just fucking get your shit together, rookie. And remember what I told you about earlier. This ain’t the time for any of that crap. No dating. Just football. A lot of us are counting on you. Understand? We need you to stay focused.”

The reminder wasn’t necessary. Football was everything, and I had no plans to fuck it up with any kind of media attention if I could help it. My goal was to lie low and concentrate on being the best damned wide receiver in the league. As my dad always said, “The rest of it can wait. Football can’t. You’re only in prime shape for a small window of time. Make it count.”

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Winter Waites (Aster Valley #0.5) Read Online Lucy Lennox http://www.ilovenovels.com/winter-waites-aster-valley-0-5-read-online-lucy-lennox Wed, 03 Feb 2021 06:27:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/winter-waites-aster-valley-0-5-read-online-lucy-lennox Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lucy Lennox Series: Aster Valley Series by Lucy Lennox
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Gentry Kane is a rockstar I've been half in love with my whole life. And now he's my patient. When Winter Waites knocks on the door to the snowy cabin where his next physical therapy patient awaits him, he has no idea his dream celebrity is on the other side. Gentry Kane is everything Winter has always fantasized about. But it was only a fantasy. What happens when Winter is faced with the flesh and blood man who wants more than physical therapy? Can one night in a cozy cabin lead to more? And how will that affect Winter's growing career in the tiny, charming town of Aster Valley?
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Gent

Have you ever done something so monumentally embarrassing you wish you could change your name and escape to a tiny town in northern Canada for the rest of your life? Yeah, me neither. I like snow as much as the next guy, but not being able to get delivery sushi is kind of a deal breaker for me.

At least, it was.

Before I moved to Aster Valley, Colorado, I thought there was nothing better than the convenience, energy, and anonymity of a big city. I loved living in Los Angeles. Unlike other successful musicians, however, I did not like to party. I barely even liked to stay up late. But I craved exercise, being outside in the sun, spending time with friends, and enjoying a good meal.

I imagined living in LA until I died, rode hard and put away wet as a single gay guy still sucking the marrow out of the city of angels until my final moment on earth. I’d never really thought of myself as the settling down kind. Maybe it was because the lifestyle of a professional musician didn’t mesh well with stability and settling. Maybe it was because I had a hard time picturing meeting someone I could stand for longer than a few days at a time.

At the age of thirty-four, I wasn’t old, but I was enough of an adult to know I liked my space, my independence. I craved being the captain of my own ship and not having to bend my sails for anyone else. In fact, it was a problem sometimes. My manager complained about my stubborn insistence on red-lining every little detail of my contracts. My producer rolled her eyes at my desire to direct every project. Even my uncle Doran—who’d somehow ended up as my personal assistant—complained about me being underfoot and bossy about the way he managed my house.

So imagine my surprise when I met someone who changed everything, someone who could suddenly control me like a puppet with a thousand strings. And every single one of them was tied between him and me irrevocably. Forever.

It started with a single moment, a split-second decision, that took everyone, including me, by surprise. We were in Denver performing a show in a club called Sweet Splits. Our band name was GUS, but it had originally stood for Gentry’s Unlimited Sweets. Needless to say, our PR people were having a field day with the sweets theme. They’d arranged for specially printed shirts for the event to hurl into the crowd throughout the night and had asked us to open with our holiday song “Candy-cane Kisses” even though the concert was taking place three days after Christmas. The organizers had hard candies to toss out to audience members during the concert which I suspected might cause some moderate injuries, but my agent had assured me we had nothing to worry about.

In other words, it was a fairly typical concert night. My manager had booked a mountain rental property for me nearby. I could ring in the New Year in the peace and quiet of a secluded cabin in the woods. I had plans to spend the month writing new material, and I always preferred to hide away in seclusion when I did it. Several other members of the band planned the opposite. They wanted to party in the Caribbean and celebrate our time off with sun and fun.

The first three songs of the set went by in a happy blur of screaming fans and the typical ramping up of energy. I fed off it. The dancing, the singing along… I loved all of it. But when we started “He Said,” I began to focus on a particular face in the crowd. The man was only a few rows back and dead center, but he looked to be all alone in the midst of a writhing crowd. His dirty-blond hair was damp with sweat from the overly warm, crowded space, and he’d stripped down to only a white tank-style undershirt, revealing biceps that made me want to whimper and lick. His beard shone almost strawberry blond in the lights, and his eyes were closed. Darker eyebrows sat heavily over his closed lids, and I suddenly wondered what he was thinking.

The lyrics fell from my tongue like an age-old prayer, repeated so many times the words almost ceased to have meaning.

He said he’d stay, but those words were cheap.

He said he’d never leave, but the pain cut too deep.

As the thrumming guitar sped up behind me, I noticed the man’s plush lips were barely moving, following the words silently with a slight smile. He knew the words as well as I did, and he sang them to himself.

Why? Simply because he was a GUS fan and he knew all of our lyrics? Or did they mean something to him? Did they knock him right in the solar plexus the way they’d done to me when I’d first scribbled them down?

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