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Instead, I stay exactly where I am, heart racing, pulse thrumming like a live wire.

He doesn’t kiss me.

But God, he makes me want him to.

Walker sighs, his forehead resting against mine for half a second before he steps back.

“It’s getting late,” he says, his voice tight. “We should get home.”

I nod, even though I’m not sure I can remember how to walk right now. “Yeah.”

He hesitates for a second like he wants to say something else. Then he turns and walks away, his shoulders tense under that damn worn flannel.

I stand in the middle of the floor.What do I want to do here?

God help me. I know exactly what I want.

I just have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to do about it. I don't know if he wants the same thing.

Chapter 19

Walker

My phone rings before the sun’s even up. I groan and reach for it. I’m a night owl, and this is too early for this shit.

I stare at the screen, already knowing who it is before seeing the name.

Will Maren. My manager. And the guy knows I work nights and sleep in the mornings. If he's calling me this early, he must have a reason.

I exhale sharply, dragging a hand over my face before answering.

“This better be good, Maren.” I groan. I think I’ve only been in bed for a few hours at this point.

Will’s voice is too damn smug for this early in the morning. “Oh, it’s good, alright.”

I rub my temple, already regretting this. “Tell me you have the dog.”

“The dog’s coming through Wyoming on a tour bus this week. I don’t have an exact day or time.”

I sit up straighter. “What? What tour bus?”

“Kelsie Turner’s bringing him. She’s another one of my artists.”

I blink, trying to catch up. “Kelsie Turner?TheKelsie Turner?”

She’s a huge country music star. Sold out stadiums huge.

Will snorts. “Relax, Walker. She’s doing a couple of shows out west and offered to take a minor detour to bring your delivery.”

I groan. “She can’t come here.”

Will is silent for a beat. “Do you want the dog or not?”

I grit my teeth. He knows damn well I do. I asked for this. And I appreciate him doing it.

“We got him,” Will says, like this was a casual favor, not a logistical nightmare, which it probably was. “You’re welcome by the way. I don’t think that guy was very nice to him, so it’s probably a good call that we got him out of there. He was a mean little shit at first, but now he’s growing on everyone. Kelsie even brought him on stage on her show last night. That dog likes music, apparently. He'll fit right in out there with you.”

I run a hand down my face. “Where’s the drop-off?”

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