Page 37 of Slow Ride

“Don’t be.I still want to hear all about you and your friends.I’ll live vicariously through you.Tomorrow night.Same time?”he asked.

“Absolutely.”

For a few minutes, neither of them said anything.Wren listened to the reassuring pattern of Kason’s slow, deep breathing.It had been so long since she’d been able to be still and know her partner was equally sated and at peace.

It was a lovely sensation, one she’d missed.

“Still there?”he asked blearily.

“I’m sleepy, but I don’t want to hang up.”Wren burrowed into her pillow.

“What if I sing you a lullaby?”he asked.

“Would you?Really?”She tried not to perk up at that offer.She already knew it would be legendary.

Kason didn’t bother to respond.Instead, he started crooning “Secret Love.”Of course.Wren closed her eyes as the familiar melody washed over her.It was the first time she really let the lyrics sink in, or maybe dozing off allowed them to percolate through her subconscious.

And though she didn’t rouse enough to question Kason about it then, his song inspired her dreams.Of him.Of them.Of her and Jordan.And what it might be like if she could convince the guys to love her—and each other.

It was the best night’s sleep she’d had since before Johnny died.

Somewhere, he was smiling down at them.

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