Lewis is at the studio when Paul arrives Sunday morning. He’s in the sound booth, tapping his fingers on the control panel in front of him and staring out at the recording booth as if lost in thought. When Paul knocks lightly and opens the door, Adam’s voice wafts over him as Viral Blue’s version of “Stairway to Heaven” spills into the hall.
With an involuntary smile, he closes the door behind him as he steps into the sound booth. Whatever Adam may say about that song, Trace was right—it was meant for them. Adam does a beautiful job of it. He has just the right mix of soul and rock to pull it off.
And he’s mine, Paul thinks, surprised at the sudden possessiveness gripping him. All mine.
“Told you they were great,” Paul says as he sits beside Lewis at the panel. The side of his hand hits
