Knowing that dwelling on regret would get me nowhere, I started heading for the taxi line so I could get back to the guys…where another man with unknown regrets was waiting in oblivious bliss. What the fuck was I going to do about Griffin? What was I going to say around him? Not mentioning this was going to be harder than I thought, because I really wanted to fucking yell at him. And then have Matt yell at him. But I couldn’t. This was between him and Anna, and I had to stay out of their way. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t occasionally smack Griffin upside the head for no apparent reason.

I texted Matt that I was here, then asked him to remind me of the name of the hotel so I could give it to the taxi driver. Matt’s response was instant. As I held my phone, I debated calling Denny. I probably owed him an apology. Or did I? It wasn’t like he’d felt the need to tell me he was in town. Was that because Kiera had asked him not to tell me? Or because he hadn’t wanted me to know? Or maybe it was just because we really hadn’t talked all that much since I’d left. With the tour, and Gavin, and the record deal, and the oddness with Kiera…I just hadn’t had time for Denny. I felt kind of bad about that.

Shaking my head, I typed him a brief message. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you.’

His response was surprisingly quick. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was here. I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you.’

I bit my lip, wondering if that was true. But it was Denny…it had to be true. ‘Kiera asked you not to tell me, didn’t she?’

His response was simple. ‘Yes.’ Then he added, ‘She was worried you’d leave the tour.’

I frowned as I debated that. Would I have left? If she’d told me in the beginning? Fuck…maybe. Shaking my head, I told him, ‘She might have been right.’

Denny didn’t respond for a while. I was starting to put my phone back in my pocket when he finally did. ‘You don’t have to worry about me. I don’t want her.’

His brutal honesty was surprisingly refreshing. ‘I know. I’m glad you’re happy.’

His response again took some time. ‘Thanks. But I think you missed the obvious follow-up to my statement.’

I tilted my head, confused. ‘And what’s that?’

‘She doesn’t want me either, mate. She loves you. I think she always has.’