Page 7 of Sinner's Vow

And something sparks in the back of my brain.

Kennedy’s hips. A couple of freckles. And my teeth on that perfectly round ass of hers.

My eyes drop to said ass, and I claw deeper in my brain, searching for more.

A smile. A squeal of delight. Me tossing her onto the bed.

“So, apparently we all have to live through the honeymoon phase again?” Owen’s voice cuts through to my consciousness, and my eyes snap to his.

He looks at me with an arched brow and a smile crooked on one side of his mouth.

Shit.

I was outright staring, and everyone on the plane caught me doing it.

Including Kennedy. As my eyes slide over to hers, color flushes into her cheeks, and she tries to suppress the smile on her lips.

“At least I’m married,” I say as I place a hand on Kennedy’s shoulder and we both step down the aisle to find a seat. “The rest of you all are just sinners.”

That gets me some calls and oohhhs. And I’m actually smiling. It feels like forever since I remember smiling.

“Come on, Kennedy,” Mia says as she grabs her, pulling her toward a seat. “Us girls need to stick together before these heathens pollute us.”

“Too late,” Sophia says teasingly as she pushes around me to join the girls.

Kennedy glances at me, looking a little nervous and hesitant, but somehow, I know she can handle this.

I simply smile, and she sits next to Mia and Sophia. With those two women, no one could ever feel like a stranger.

I look back at my band though, and I’m the one who’s ready to run away with my tail between my legs. Every one of them is looking at me like the bastard I am.

Wordlessly, the four of us congregate at the very back of the plane, just as the hatch is closed and we prepare for takeoff.

I settle into my seat, and the three of them just stare at me for ten very long seconds.

“I know I fucked up,” I start the dreaded conversation. “I already feel like the world’s biggest asshole. So, I don’t need any of you telling me what I already know.”

“Did you at least protect the band?” Gabriel growls. “Marriage changes things. There are legal claims. We’re six years into this, Noah.”

My insides are hot and itchy. “There was no prenup yesterday, but Tori made her sign all kinds of papers on the way here. Not that Kennedy fought any of it.”

“You’re such a dick,” Tyler says as he shakes his head in disgust.

“I’m aware,” I growl through clenched teeth.

“She’s going to be up on stage with us?” Owen asks. Always the saint, he changes the direction of the conversation.

I nod.

“You prepared her yet for how her life is going to change?” he asks, that puppy dog face of his creased with concern.

Great. Now I feel even worse. “No.”

Owen nods. “I’ll talk to her,” he says. “You guys have been in it too long. You don’t even realize anymore.”

“Thank you,” I mutter.

Owen Lockhart, Mia’s brother, and the way she and Tyler met, has been a member of Sinner’s Run for six months now. After Ben died, we needed to get back in the studio and back out on tour, but we couldn’t do either of those things without a new bassist.

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