Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,34

lost

The light you brought

And in the dark

I found my truth

My head told me to love

My heart trembled and fled

Here I am

Heart full and on edge

Now my head

And my heart

Know where I belong

Damn him. His gaze never left mine. It pinned me as effectively as his arms had yesterday. Up against that wall with all the love and passion in his eyes. Here there was only love.

He had to use words against me. And unlike the song with my name attached to it, this was honest to a fault.

Honest in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to be.

I wanted to run. There was no way I could say no to this. No way I could walk away. The room shimmered with my tears running unchecked down my stupid cheeks.

Myles came out from behind the piano stand. “Fee, wait.”

I didn’t even know I was trying to run until he caught my hand.

“I’m not here to change your mind.”

“What?” I looked around at the people making way for us. Not dispersing, because of course not. My face flamed as I caught phones being lifted to film us. They’d been filming Myles’s songs, but now we were making a damn spectacle.

“I’m not. I needed to play.” He laughed. “I haven’t said that in a damn long time. I needed to play, and I hoped you’d hear me. That I could maybe show you exactly what I was feeling. That you would let me tell you how I felt the right way.”

“Myles, I can’t do this with all these people.”

“I don’t care who knows.” He looked at the crowd around us. “I’ll tell it to fifty YouTube channels and a thousand Facebook livestreams.” Then his gaze locked on mine again. “It doesn’t matter if I tell you here, or yell it over the loudspeaker. I love you, Fee. I’ll wait for you if I need to.”

My heart raced as I reached up to wipe my tears. Instead, Myles cupped my face, his crazy-long fingers blocking out everyone around us. He brushed away my tears with his thumbs. The silver glint I’d seen was the necklace I’d given him woven into the leather of one of his cuffs.

A sob welled up. “Oh, Myles. I don’t have to go.”

“Of course you do. I’ve chased my dreams for years, but I was really just winding my way back to you.”

“But—”

“We don’t have to stay in Turnbull. I just need you. If you’ll let me, I’ll go with you.”

“Right now?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly. My head was full of white noise. Actually, it was the sound of clapping. I gripped his wrists.

He laughed. “Don’t pay attention to them. Yes, right now. I just happen to be available. I’m unemployed though. Think you can handle that?”

“I always knew you were a slacker at heart.”

“Slacker who loves you like crazy.” He lowered his mouth to mine.

“I love you too,” I said before our lips met.

All too soon, he eased back and blew out a shaky breath. “Thank God.”

The next kiss was sweet and soft with just a little bit of that wildness I’d tasted before. And now I didn’t have to live without it. Without him.

“Would you really go with me?” I whispered against his mouth. “I have an itinerary, and we’d have to get you tickets—”

He shut me up with a hard, thorough kiss. I wanted to melt into the tiled floor as people clapped again. He curled his arms around me, dragging me into his chest. “I’d go anywhere with you, Fee.”

Epilogue

Myles

My shoulder was on fire. Mostly because it was jammed against the hot-enough-to-fry-an-egg window as Fee dozed against my chest. The fact that I wouldn’t move for the world—or flayed flesh—made me a sap. I knew it. Was more than okay with it.

It was our fourth week in Felicity’s crazy, winding itinerary around the United States. We’d tried to get a sleeper car on the last train out of San José but the ticket agent had literally laughed in our faces. So, here we were wedged against the window as the endless desert of California whipped by.

It had taken some convincing to get her to change course for this last leg of our grand adventure. We’d spent a full week in Portland. I’d been there before, but when touring with a band, there wasn’t time for the touristy things. Airports and venues with a side of hotels if we were lucky had been my normal.

Now, it was trains and inventive ways to use a sleeper car.