“Hendrix,” she declared. “I’ll take Diablo.”
My forehead creased. “Huh?”
Her eyes danced with humor. “D can be my Master of Honor. Get it? Matron of Honor... Master of Honor?”
A laugh escaped my throat, and I watched Saint hold her breath as she took in the expression on my face.
I used my hand to catch her jaw and tip her face so I could touch my mouth to hers. “Love you, Songbird,” I croaked.
“Love you, too, Jacob,” she whispered, then from nowhere she began to murmur familiar words that burrowed deep down into my soul...
Stage lights, sultry nights, halcyon ice blue.
Her fingertips sweptover my eyebrows, and her gaze locked with mine.
Crowd chants, and your face haunts. Empty without you.
Lost pride, lost chance, lost love, lost souls.
Beyond my comprehension. Beyond my control.
Crowd chants, but your face haunts. I’m empty without you...
My eyes closed slowlyas the emotions hit me from all sides.
It was mine.
That song.
It was all mine.
“Jesus, Saint,” I breathed, the enormity of the moment hitting me deep. “It was for me?”
She smiled. “Everything’s been for you since that first night, Jacob. You haunted me as much as you say I haunted you.” Her tone hardened slightly along with her eyes. “I just dealt with it in a way that didn’t involve club whores and group sex.”
I wrapped an arm around her neck, grinning from ear to ear. “Some might say I lived the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, baby.”
“You certainly had the groupie part down,” she drawled.
I clasped her face in my hand again, pulling it around so I could see her beauty. “All in the past. Nothing comes close to you. Had a love once that I lost, and I swore I’d never love like that again, then I met you, a girl who blew that theory out of the water. Gonna get married, have babies, and live happily ever after, You down with that, Saint McClure?”
Her eyes welled with tears, and she beamed me another megawatt smile, saying the words that made me feel like I stood tenfeet tall.
“I love you, too, Jacob, but then what do you expect? You’re my muse.”
For some reason, seeing Saint’s face put me in mind of a different face. One I hadn’t seen for twelve years but loved all the same. I settled back on the bed, clasping my woman to me, and sent up a prayer.
Wherever you are, Allie. I hope you’re at peace.
And hand to God, I heard Allie’s sweet voice whisper faintly...
I am now, honey. I am now.
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER
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