Chapter 3
Kyle had no plan.
They’d driven hell for leather to get here, only to walk in and see her standing in the lobby with Howie Frick, one of the cretinous paparazzi who haunted the country music scene. He’d thought for sure he was already too late. But then Abbey had seen him, and her first reaction hadn’t been anger or hurt. She’d looked… happy to see him. After how things had ended between them, that was the last thing he’d expected. In that moment, kissing her had seemed like the smartest, most vital thing in the world.
He’d gone in prepared for her to push him away, maybe try to slap him. Her little purr of surrender wrecked all thoughts of giving Griff time to hustle Howie out the door. As she rose against him, pressing closer, Kyle forgot everything else but the woman in his
