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I felt zero guilt, and I had no shame. “Someone must really want you to succeed then, yeah?”
“I guess so.”
Sitting down next to me on the couch, he shrugged. I grabbed the whiskey and raised the shot glass.
“To future us.”
“Why future us?”
“Because current us is a hot fucking mess.”
He laughed, genuine and full, and it made my heart lighten a little bit. “All right. To future us.”
We clinked glasses and downed our shots before chasing it with the beer.
“That whiskey is bloody good. It’s almost a shame to wash it down with this.”
“Yeah, Langston distillery really knows what they’re doing. We’ll have to go visit.”
“Yeah?”
“We can anytime. We’re silent partners, you know?”
“I did not know that. So let me get this straight. You’ve got a distillery, an ice hockey team, a winery, a resort in Vegas, and…”
“And I have the horse rescue.”
“A horse rescue? Brilliant. Anything else your dad was hiding?”
“No. Not that I know of, but knowing him, five years from now, we’re all gonna find out he bought us a town or something.”
I laughed but stopped myself at the look on his face. “Would he really do something like that?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Well, they’d be lucky to have you taking care of them.”
He let out a rough laugh before draining half of his beer. “Sure.”
“Shall we pick up where we left off?” I asked, giving my guitar a cursory strum. “We got a strong start last time.”
His eyes blazed as he stared at me, intense and unsure as he cleared his throat. “All right.”
KILLIAN
Oh God, I couldn’t do this. He smelled fucking amazing and the way he made music? It was like watching a master craftsman work. But I’d been working on this song and really did want to show him what I’d come up with. “Listen to this. I’ve been thinking about it since our first session. I thought maybe we could start it off with some fingerstyle. Set the tone, yeah?”
I played, following the chord progression we’d toyed with once before. When I got to the chorus, he picked up his guitar and started playing the rhythm underneath what I was doing.
“I was thinking something like this?” he offered as his fingers worked the strings, adding more intricacies to the chords.
I began singing a melody that’d been stuck in my head the last few days.
His eyes were bright with excitement. “Yeah, that’s brilliant. What if we added a harmony?”
“Okay, show me what you got.”
Damn him and that grin. “Back to the chorus. Do that bit again.”
