Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,9

I’d needed to make my decision. Add in the road and all the endless days waiting to get onstage and I was done. Two hours to enjoy playing—and even then, only half the time.

The band and I had started growing apart before we’d even left for our first tour. And one tour turned into another as we became part of the machine. Addicted to the money and the high of the stage, I’d let myself drift. Until even the stage wasn’t doing it for me any longer.

That was when I’d known it was time to get out.

Get the hell back to her.

All the dreams I’d had meant jack shit without Felicity in my life. I knew that now. And now I was back to correct it.

“Let’s get you back to the bar. Evidently, your little buzzer said time’s up.” I shook my head. “Since when do you even wear a watch?”

“A lot of things have changed.” She licked her lips and straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, that did amazing things for her breasts. Keeping my eyes on her face was nearly impossible. Nearly. “Right, anyway. I do need to get back. Not that he can do much if I don’t, but I wouldn’t leave them in the lurch. I love Jon way too much.”

I stood and unhooked her jacket from the back of her chair and held it up for her.

She stared at me. I knew she wanted to take it and do it herself, but she blew out an annoyed breath and turned around.

I slid the canvas jacket up her arms and over her shoulders. When I dragged her braid out from under her collar, her familiar scent made me shut my damn eyes. It was either that or lean down and take a sniff. The silky tail at the end of her braid curled around my finger before I let it fall to her shoulder. “We’ll get you back.” My voice was deep and raspy, but I was only human.

Even worse, I was a human who had gone without for months. Losing myself in nameless women got old quickly. Especially when none of them could compare with Fee. It was useless to try at this point.

Sap? Maybe.

Happy to know exactly where I belonged? Absolutely. And that only strengthened my resolve.

I took her bag from the table and led her to the door. “Why are you leaving the bar if you love them so much?”

“I have my own business.”

Intrigued, I opened the door for her, and we fell into step on the street as we always did. It was rare for a woman to match me in stride. To actually match me in so many ways it seemed as if she was put on this earth just for me. “That’s amazing. Do you have your own office or something?”

She shook her head. “I do accounting and payroll for a dozen or so businesses. I can work from wherever I want now.”

My gait slowed. “Oh?”

Anywhere? Where was this plan before? Fee had been adamant about staying in Turnbull. All the discussions we’d had over the years always put us squarely on opposite sides of the table. Me, looking for the open road, her for stability.

“Yes. I had to figure out a way to make my degree work for me. Being trapped in an office did not work.”

I stopped on the street. “Since when?”

She swung around to face me. “A lot of things have changed since you left, Myles.” She narrowed her gaze. “Then again, you might have found out a little bit more about me if you’d cared enough to get in contact.”

“Oh, I did.”

“One phone call wasn’t enough. Not after the way you left things.” She headed for the pub once more, and I huffed out a breath before threading my way through the people blocking her from me.

If she only knew how that night haunted me, but there had been no room for the confusing and twisty feelings I had for her. I’d worked hard to get the hell out of this town. To prove to myself and everyone else that I wasn’t some going nowhere kid with a useless college degree.

A BFA in creative writing wasn’t going to do much for me. Officially, I could write a song? Or a story? Please. I’d gone to college solely to make my mother happy. The only place I’d wanted to be was behind my piano.

At least until I walked away from Felicity.

“I know.” It had killed me to stay away