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I crossed the line with Dove Walker.

And I want to regret it.

But the only thing I regret is that I touched her sister first.

Before I met Dove.

Before I knew how freaking devastated she would be if she ever found out about my past.

Before I knew what real attraction was.

What real feelings were.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my entire life.

And I can’t do anything about it.

But the worst part is that I’m too much of a coward to own up to it and tell her the truth.

I can’t hurt her like that.

She deserves more.

So much more.

So, where does it leave me?

Fucked.

Royally fucked.

I slam my hand against the steering wheel before shoving my car into park and heading inside my house as the familiar poison I’ve grown accustomed to settles in my veins.

I need my damn guitar.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dove

“Hey,” a voice calls.

I roll my eyes and look over my shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you be on stage?” I snap.

Fender smiles tightly, squeezing the back of his neck while looking super uncomfortable that he’s talking to me.

Ditto, Fen.

“We’re on break,” he informs me after a few seconds.

Of course, he is.

“What do you want, Fender?” I ask, scrubbing at the poor lacquered table as if it’s offended me.

“I want to apologize.”

Gaze narrowed, I drop the damp dishrag onto the table I’d been wiping and turn to face him fully. Then I cross my arms and wait.

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