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I shake my head, groaning.

She leans in, still grinning. “You gonna regret that kiss in the morning, Walker?”

I look at her, her eyes glassy, her lips still kiss-swollen, her laugh still lingering in the air.

And the worst part? I know I won’t. Not even a little. But instead of saying that, I smirk.“Guess we’ll find out.”

Chapter 28

Violet

Walker’s not here, yet. He dropped me off and went back to pick up some snacks and drinks we forgot. And I have to say, coming back over to his cabin has been exciting. Something about this place makes me want to write all of the songs. It’s magical out here.

Which means I should probably not be snooping around in his cabin like a nosy little gremlin.

But. In my defense?—

He left me alone in here.

There are literal stacks of notebooks justsitting out in the open.

He is a retired country music legend, and I am a curious woman with zero impulse control.

So, really, this is his fault. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I flip open the notebook on his desk. The pages are a mess of scribbles, half-written lyrics, and notes in the margins. It’s chaotic, but also weirdly beautiful. Like him.

Most of the songs are unfinished. Ideas. Rough drafts. And then I see it. One title, underlined twice:

"Red."

My heart flutters. I skim the first verse. Then the second. By the time I reach the chorus, my stomach flips over itself.

Because this song—this song is about me. The lyrics are all there. A song completely scripted out. And it's beautiful.

The way I walked into his life unexpected.

The way he wasn’t looking for something but suddenly couldn’t look away.

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