Ash made her feel alive, and she’d never felt so comfortable with a man. His fame hadn’t changed his heart, and he didn’t act like a pompous rock-star. They laughed easily and shared silences with grace—except for their current muteness, following the news of an unintended union.
They had a rhythm. It was insane, much like the song he’d written. But they did make sense.
His touch electrified her like no man she’d ever known, and as crazy as it sounded, he’d found the shattered pieces of her soul and put them back together. She couldn’t describe it any other way, other than to say she’d been waiting for him her entire life.
It wouldn’t be the worst mistake to be married, except they hadn’t had a chance to really get to know each other. Marriage wasn’t something she thought she’d ever rush into, especially as a mistake made by signing the wrong form.
The problem was, Ash had her acting out of character, and that, more than anything, made her doubts grow. Not to mention, how would she ever fit into his rock-star life?
She texted Forest back.
Check your inbox, Bean.
Her fingers tapped with impatience while Ash stared down the night road. His lips had tightened into a thin line. An Angel Fire song burst over the airwaves, one of her favorites, but he changed the station after the first few notes played.
“Hey, I like that song.” She reached to turn the channel back.
He gave a shake of his head and restrained her hand. “I don’t like listening to myself sing.”
She jerked her hand away. “That’s crazy. You have an amazing voice.” She changed the station back as his voice belted out the haunting lyrics of “String Me Up.”
Lips twisting with distaste, he turned the volume down, using the controls on the steering column.
“Why did you do that?”
“Don’t you think we should talk about something other than my singing?”
“Not until we know for sure what happened.”
“And you think being married is the worst thing imaginable? You really think this is a fling, that we’re going to go back to our separate lives after this?”
The hurt in his voice swirled around her chest and then knifed deep in her heart. She turned to him, stunned. Surely, he saw this for the colossal mistake it was.
He cranked up the music, making further conversation impossible. Before she could defuse their conversation, her phone buzzed with Forest’s response.
Married? WTF! U certain?
She typed her response.
No.
And then she waited, staring at Ash’s shadowed profile, as they drove down the dark highway.
Finally, Forest texted back.
How can U not know?
I was drunk.
We need to talk.
Can’t. He’s with me.
WTF?
Forest’s confusion rang in the brevity of his text.
Did you read my email?
