Abbey stayed quiet as Kyle unlocked the door to his loft. He’d been barely holding it together since the interview. She didn’t dare push him to talk yet because she knew how carefully he’d guarded the truth about his parents. That they were in prison was only the tip of the iceberg. If that detail had gotten out, how much longer before the rest came to light?
Stepping inside behind him, she drank in the space, noting all the gorgeous, exposed brick in the huge, open loft. There was a modern, industrial rustic kitchen tucked along one wall. A big, cushy couch was arranged near wide windows that framed Nashville’s skyline. She noted instruments—an upright piano and a few guitars, among which she recognized the battered Yamaha she’d bought him from the pawnshop when they’d been twelve. His f
