Chapter Eleven
Preston
I didn’t know what I’d been thinking breaking into Emma’s room, but I sure as hell never expected to find the song we’d written together. I hadn’t played my guitar or sang in years.
Seeing her notepad frightened me, and my plan on telling her I never forgot her, our friends, or our band, flew out the window. Instead, I hunted a target. Now that was what I knew how to do.
After making the kill, I drove back to Charleston and watched the sunrise. I didn’t even try to sleep, knowing I’d dream of her, of what could’ve been. It wasn’t easy seeing her in that bed alone. It made me wonder how many men had had the privilege of being with her, of having her legs wrapped around them.
“f**k,” I hissed, pacing the pool house. I wanted her and I couldn’t get her out of my go
