Page 65 of No More Love Songs

And when my heart was left in pieces

Each piece is what you found

Each piece is what you found

And it’s no more endless search

And farewell empty roads

I’ll be yours and you’ll be my ...

Finally coming home

Love’s not just a dream worth dreaming

Wake up, babe, it’s time for leaping...

Oh, yeah.

And it’s no more endless search

And farewell empty roads

I’ll be yours and you’ll be my ...

Finally coming home

Oh, I’m coming home

Babe, my heart is coming home.

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Two hours later, I’mpulling up to meet the same view I first saw from Kit’s truck two months ago. It’s even better now than it was then. Because Kit’s in it, standing on the front porch, waiting for me.

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KIT

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“I take it from thatsmile on your face, everything went according to plan?” I ask, walking out to meet her.

She practically launches herself into my arms, kissing me long and hard before she answers, “That smile was all yours, but yeah, they released me from my contract. We’re free to make our music how we want.”

Some days, I still struggle to wrap my brain around how I went from being a gig musician to partnering with Sky, Gray and Janelle in starting our own record label. Despite my initial instincts to track down Zayne and inform him in no uncertain terms that getting to Sky would mean going through me moving forward, in the end, I can’t deny he did her the biggest favor of all, trying to fuck with her one last time. It didn’t just push her out of her cage musically, it freed her on every level. “And they can’t touch any of it, I reconfirm, not even what we wrote while you were still under contract.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, grinning from ear to ear. “Might have been different if we had sent them previews, but since we waited until we had a completed album, all they have rights to is what we submitted today. And all those songs were cut before I ever stepped foot out here and found myself in my new sound.” She places another kiss on my lips. It’s sweet and whispers ‘thank yous’ she doesn’t owe me but can’t help but continue to express. “Our sound.”

“You’re still the heart of it,” I remind her, taking her hand to lead her inside.

“Maybe.” She leans her head on my shoulder, tilting it back to look up at me as we stroll in through the front door. “But my heart is yours, so there’s no heart without you.” And I have no choice but to kiss her again.

“Come on,” Ari groans, wandering out from the hall that leads back to the kitchen. “It’s been two months. How long are you two going to keep being all mushy and gross?”

Sky releases me only to go wrap herself around my kid, smothering her head in kisses. “What? You don’t like it? Too much kissy stuff for your teenage self to tolerate?”

Then the dogs show up, as if on cue, and pandemonium ensues, with everyone vying for their attention. Including me.

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