Page 95 of The Heartstrings of Harry
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m admiring the view. Don’t be rude.”
Dean laughed, head leaning back against the cushion.
I crossed the room, dropped down onto the couch beside him and pulled him close, tucking him under my arm. He nestled into my side like he was made to fit there.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured, kissing his hair.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It feels really good. No chaos. No lights. No screaming fans. Just this. Justus.”
Dean tilted his head up and kissed me softly, slowly—one of those lazy, happy kisses that didn’t need to prove anything.
After a minute, he pulled away, eyes sparkling. “Hey,” he said, nudging me gently with his elbow. “Feel like playing a song together?”
I grinned. “With you? Always.”
We both stood, moving almost in sync, crossing to the corner of the room where my acoustic guitar—now freed from the closet under the stairs—leaned against the wall alongside his touring guitar.
Dean grabbed his, settling into the chair across from me as I picked mine up and gave the tuning pegs a quick twist.
We didn’t need to say what song.
We just started playing.
Two guitars.
Two hearts.
In perfect tune.
You’re a secret on the wind
You’re a stolen work of art
You’re the one I’ve always wanted
You’re the hammer of my heart
Only, our love wasn’t a secret on the wind anymore.
DEAN
ONE YEAR LATER… ALMOST
The house smelledlike garlic and rosemary and just a little bit like panic because I was absolutely winging it on the roast vegetables. But the table was set, there were fresh marigolden-girls in a vase in the middle, and the cake from Pascal’s was hidden in the fridge.
I stood back for a second, wiped my hands on the tea towel tucked into my jeans pocket, and grinned at the sight of it all.
Harry wandered into the kitchen behind me, barefoot, still in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, eyeing the spread like it might bite him.
“You’re making a hell of a fuss,” he said, eyebrow raised. “You sure we’re not hosting the mayor or something?”
I gave him my sweetest smile, leaned in, pecked him on the cheek. “Nope. Just a little family dinner.”
Harry shook his head, but I could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re up to something.”
I shrugged, doing my best innocent face.
Before he could press me, there was a knock at the door.
