Chapter 15
The glare of an overhead light had Caleb blinking awake, already halfway vertical on the sofa, hands curled to fists, before he spotted the intruder. Well, technically, he was the intruder.
Kyle stood in the entryway to his loft apartment, a guitar case at his feet and a duffel bag thrown over one shoulder. “You look like shit.”
At least that’s what Caleb thought he said. He couldn’t actually hear the words past the audiobook still playing on his headphones. One of Emerson’s, of course. It was the only way he’d been able to get any sleep since he’d given her what she wanted and walked away. Tugging out the earbuds, he scrubbed a hand over his head and squinted at his brother. “What the hell are you doing home? I thought you were in Maryland or some s**t for the tour.”
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