Page 141 of Sing You Home (Nashville Star 1)

A tremor goes through him. “I can’t believe you stay with me. I don’t deserve you.”

Sal silences him with a sweet kiss to his mouth.

His eyes burn, and he kisses her back. Over and over and over. “I love you. You have my heart, my soul, my song, Sal. You’re my road. And I’ll walk you till the ends of the earth.”

“I love you.” Smiling, she reaches down to take his hand.

The look on Luke’s face—a stiff grimace.

She’s sharp, missing nothing. “What happened?”

He lifts his bloody hand, tries to make a fist. “I, uh, may have had a fight with a guitar.”

She purses her lips. “You’re an idiot, Luke Kincaid.”

He grins at her, his heart full and ballooning by the second. “For you, always.”

Without another word and only a look of wry disappointment, Sal disappears into the bathroom. She returns with her med kit, making Luke sit on the edge of the bed as she sits beside him.

His hand in her lap, Sal cleans and bandages his wound. He watches her angel hands work their magic, pride flaring in his chest at the bandage she’s fashioned. She hasn’t missed a beat. The bandage is perfect, her skills flickering beneath the surface.

Soon. They’ll be back soon.

Lifting her head, Sal says, “I saw your guitar downstairs.” The bright light dims in her eyes and her voice turns sad. “Why would you do that?”

“I’ll fix myself a new one.” His eyes lock on hers. “New start.”

“Mmm.” She leans into him and palms his stubbled cheek. “I like that.”

Luke sweeps her into his arms, his mouth meeting Sal’s as he slowly drinks her in. Every breath, every part of his soul, he gives up to her. As if she could own any more of him.

The kiss turns from sweet to sexy, and before he knows it Sal’s climbing on top of him, ordering, “Get me out of this dress, Luke.”

“Fucking finally,” he growls through his teeth.

Without warning, Luke reaches behind her and, with both hands, tears the skintight dress down to her waist. A delighted laugh tumbles from Sal’s lips. Then, with the same hungry energy, she snatches at Luke’s T-shirt, dragging it over his head with a quick hand.

When their lips meet again, he’s smiling.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this.

All he knows is he has Sal back, and he’s never letting go again.

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