Page 97 of Lost Lyrics

She laughed, and her head fell back. “Put me down. You’re all sweaty. And hot.”

“You love it.” I placed her on her feet and kissed her.

“I love you.” She wrinkled her nose, covered my face with her hand, and pushed me away.

But I caught her wrist and drew her into my embrace. She wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t object.

I threw her a mischievous smile. “Want to show me how much?”

“Maybe. If you behave.”

“Not my style.”

“Then you’d better take me back to our hotel.”

I murmured low into her ear, “Deal. We’ll get out of here as soon as possible.”

We headed for our dressing room. The guys and their wives followed.

“Wicked show,” Slip hollered as he drew Maddy into the room and smothered her with a sweaty kiss. Going by her giggle, she didn’t seem to mind the onslaught.

“We totally fucking rocked,” Lewis bellowed, scooting over to Tia, who’d joined us. “Thank you for not flashing lights in my eyes.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a kiss on his lips. “You were awesome tonight.”

“Everyone was.” He tugged her against his side. “That show was incredible.”

“Totally. One show down. Ninety-three to go. Oh, yeah.” Cole pumped his fist into the air, then attacked Ava’s face with a ton of kisses. He drove her backward, and her ass connected with the counter at the back of the room. She didn’t tackle him to the ground or put up a fight. Guessed she didn’t mind his dripping sweat.

“Hmmm.” Her eyes glinted as she ran her fingers through his damp hair. “Want to celebrate?”

“Always.” Cole lifted her onto the counter and nuzzled into her neck.

Yep...they’d be banging it out somewhere soon, like they often did when the kids weren’t around.

How life had changed.

My band and I were riding another huge wave of success, but we had slowed down. We didn’t push ourselves as hard and as fast as we’d done before. We made time for our families.

This tour would be long and tiring, but a hell of a lot of fun.

A total high, performing every night.

I touched the silver bracelet dangling around my wrist—the one I’d gotten from Phil.

I missed him every day. But I remembered the good times. The love and fun we’d had. The songs and music we’d created together. As brothers. As a band. As friends.

The lost lyrics Tia had given us had found their home. His words had been embedded into our hearts and souls and music.

His memory would always live on in us. He was part of our legacy.

I may have lost him, but I’d gained so much. I’d found Sutton. We were about to have a family. I’ve never been so freaking happy.

“You okay?” Sutton cuddled into my side.

I swept her hair back off her face and pressed my lips to hers. “Yes. I couldn’t be better. I have this.” I jutted my chin toward my band, friends, and entourage. “And you.”

“Are you ready to do this on repeat for the next twelve months?”

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