Abbey wasn’t at all sure she wanted to know about his career. But it was too easy being like this, all snugged up against him, with his arms wrapped comfortably around her, as what felt like everybody in town watched them. The part of her that was no longer fighting her feelings was desperate to believe the fiction they were weaving, and that was so very dangerous. She needed the reminder of why he’d left, what he’d been doing during all those years away from her. The reminder of the guy he was now, not who he’d been. And his fiancée would know this stuff. She needed to study up.
His familiar blue eyes—not hidden by the Clark Kent glasses tonight—searched hers for a long moment. “It’s… exhausting. I knew there’d be touring. As an artist, you hope for that because it means the label believ
