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I no longer have to.

When I reach the last note, I have no more tears to cry.

I sit there, absorbing all the thoughts I rarely allow to escape from their glass bottle—realities that would crush me if I allowed it.

I lower the headphones, feeling like I’m suffocated.

My eyes are still closed.

I need to catch my breath.

It’s dead silent around me.

Am I alone on the set?

Strong hands cup my cheeks.

My eyes fly open.

Rhys.

The man I’vealways loved.

I’ll never love anyone else like I love him. Never.

But I’m not brave enough to tell him.

He offers me a warm smile.

Myriad emotions veil his glacier-blue eyes.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says. Goosebumps blanket my arms. “Where have you been hiding that voice? And more importantly,whyhave you been hiding it?”

I answer with a one-shoulder shrug before bursting into tears.

“Oh, baby, you dug deep,” he says in a whisper.

I nod.

He captures my lips in an all-encompassing kiss.

“And… passion!”

As if Rhys and I take a cue from Flint, the kiss grows deeper, blazing every cell in my body.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Flint says.

Chapter 31

Rhys

Ididn’t have the luxury of sticking around all day on Flint’s set. After an hour watching Keira in all her glory, I had to retreat to the office. The rest of the day was punishing.

SCORE Yours is in full swing.

Around five in the afternoon, while Arianne, Beckett and I were meeting in his office, we received a text message from Shiloh letting us know she emailed photos and video clips from the shoot. For the full effect, she advised a large screen to properly view the photos. Almost in perfect synchronization, all three of us reached for our laptops. The reaction was unanimous. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Arianne and Beckett were as amazed. The photos and video clips of my girl singing cement an inescapable truth––the real Keira Weatherly kicks ass.

After an eventful day peppered with milestones, we’re chilling out and decompressing in the sanctuary of my home.