Missing Chord

Two huge mistakes. One second chance.

Griffin
Music’s a harsh mistress, if you want to make a living by her. Years ago, when I was on my way up, I met a man. Sparks flew, hearts leaped, you know the song. But I was chasing my dream all across America, and Lee was tied to our hometown. Hell, I was too old for him anyway, even then. So I left, and the connection we’d had withered and died, except sometimes in the lyrics I wrote. Now I’m back home and I’ve met him again at the lowest point in my life. He’s still gorgeous and kind, but I’m battered and faded and paying for my mistakes. He can do way better.

Lee
When I was twenty, I thought the hardest thing I’d ever do was watch Griffin Marsh walk out of my life. Well, newsflash, fate always has more crap waiting for you. I spent more nights than I want to remember torn between hating him for leaving and wishing I could’ve gone with him, but life went on with the good, the bad, and the ugly. Now Griffin’s back and he’s a silver fox, still unfairly hot and talented. I lost my sister years ago, and my life is far less complicated. But, despite Griffin’s current disaster, he’ll be heading off soon to concerts like Rocktoberfest and the wide musical world. Letting myself fall for him again would mean another round of being left behind. I’m not going to do that to myself, no matter how much I want to erase the shadows from Griffin’s eyes.