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Contents ( 83)
  1. Contents
  2. Author’s Note
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Chapter 45
  48. Chapter 46
  49. Chapter 47
  50. Chapter 48
  51. Chapter 49
  52. Chapter 50
  53. Chapter 51
  54. Chapter 52
  55. Chapter 53
  56. Chapter 54
  57. Chapter 55
  58. Chapter 56
  59. Chapter 57
  60. Chapter 58
  61. Chapter 59
  62. Chapter 60
  63. Chapter 61
  64. Chapter 62
  65. Chapter 63
  66. Chapter 64
  67. Chapter 65
  68. Chapter 66
  69. Chapter 67
  70. Chapter 68
  71. Chapter 69
  72. Chapter 70
  73. Chapter 71
  74. Chapter 72
  75. Chapter 73
  76. Chapter 74
  77. Chapter 75
  78. Chapter 76
  79. Chapter 77
  80. Chapter 78
  81. Chapter 79
  82. Afterword
  83. About the Author

Curious. He rarely texted, much less about something as mundane as the status of an instrument.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just …” She didn’t finish and put her phone away. She’d respond later.

The bill came and Edwin insisted on paying. “Well, this is a real treat. I never thought I’d be in the front row at a Kayleigh Towne concert.”

They walked into the parking lot. As they approached her Suburban, Edwin gave a laugh and pointed to his old red car, a few spaces down from hers. “‘Buick’ would be pretty tough to rhyme with. Good thing you picked ‘Cadillac.’”

“‘Toyota’ would’ve been worse,” Kayleigh joked.

“Hey, now that you know I’m not the crazy person you thought I was, how about dinner sometime? Maybe after the concert?”

“I usually go out with the band.”

“Oh, that’s right. Well, sometime, maybe … How ’bout Sunday? You don’t leave again for two weeks. The Vancouver show.”

“Well … weren’t you leaving?”

He pointed to his throat. “Taking those pain pills. You were right—they’re pretty heavy duty. Probably better if I don’t do any long-distance driving. I’m back in the rental for a few days.”

“Oh, sure, you have to be careful.” They were at her SUV. “Okay, thank you again, Edwin. For everything you did. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through.”

She nearly hugged him and kissed his cheek but decided not to.

XO …

“‘I’d Do It All Again,’” he said, smiling. The title of one of her first hits. Kayleigh laughed. After a moment he said, “Hey, here’s a thought: I could drive up to Canada. Vancouver’s not that far from Seattle. I know some great places. There’s this beautiful garden in the mountains, where—”

She smiled. “You know, Edwin, it’s probably best if we don’t get together. Just … I think it’s best.”

A grin crossed his face. “Sure. Only … well, after everything, I just thought …”

“It’s probably best,” she repeated. “Goodbye, Edwin.” She extended her hand.

He didn’t take it.

“So … you’re breaking up with me?” he asked.

She started to laugh, thinking he was joking—like his reference to the flowers in the hospital last night. But his eyes narrowed, focusing on hers. And the smile morphed into the one she recognized from before. The faint twisting of his lip, fake. “After everything,” he repeated in a whisper.

“Okay, you take care,” she said quickly. And gripped her key fob, unlocking the door.

“Don’t go,” he said in a breathy whisper.

Kayleigh looked around. The parking lot was deserted. “Edwin.”

He said quickly, “Wait. I’m sorry. Look, let’s just take a drive and talk. We can just talk. Nothing more than that for now.”

For now. What did he mean?

“I think I should go.”

“Just talk,” he said stridently. “That’s all I’m asking.”

She turned fast but Edwin stepped quickly forward, boxing her in. “Please, I’m sorry. Just a little drive.” He looked at his watch. “You don’t have to be at the concert hall for six hours and thirty minutes.”