Page 191 of On The Rocks

“Go.” I dragged him back to me for one last kiss then I pushed back into the crowd.

Marc and Flynn were in the mic together and screaming out the ridiculous lyrics that somehow made a masterpiece that only the Beatles could create.

True to her word, Bells got Kain involved with the jam session. He had his hair down and he was head banging like a true rockstar.

My arms were up, and I sang along with everyone.

And when Griffin smiled down at me before sliding into an epic guitar solo with all the guitarists on that stage, I cupped my hands around my mouth.

“That’s gonna be my husband.” I couldn’t stop grinning.

Damn straight, he was.

Griffin threw his head back and played his heart out. And for the hell of it, threw up a pair of devil horns.

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