Page 36 of Broken Bridges

Dancing, drinking, singing,

Not wanting the night to end.

And then, I met you,

On the edge of the shore.

Eyes so blue,

Most stunning I’d seen.

Had you been heaven-sent?

Oh yeah.

I couldn’t believe, couldn’t believe me luck.

You said you’d be mine,

For all of time.

But just as summer ended,

You disappeared.

You left me a note,

Saying we were dead.

Over. Done. Through. What the...

I was broken and wounded.

Dizzy and blinded.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

But...

If somebody had warned me,

That love made you crazy,

I would never have fallen for you.

If somebody told me,

That love made your heart break,

I would never have fallen for you.

I smirked as Flint sang the lyrics. Yep. Love made you crazy. So did liking someone you could never have. For the first time in years, I couldn’t wait to go back to LA and start my new job so I could put more distance between Lewis and me.

The guys played four more new songs, rounding out their set with a harder rock track, “Midnight.”

As Cole’s final strike to the cymbal reverberated through the air, everyone clapped and cheered and whistled. Jumping to his feet, Falcon, who wore a swanky leather jacket and skinny jeans better than Jon Bon Jovi did, led his team over to talk to the guys. Blake joined them as did a proud and excited-looking Everhide.

Gena nudged my arm. “Lewis is awesome, isn’t he?”

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