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I raise an incredulous eyebrow. “So you’re just gonna hand over your most prize possession to my brother? Just like that?”
Jett chuckles, shaking his head. “Daniel’s stuck by me through everything—the shitty home life, the crappy garage band gigs, getting signed and all the craziness after. Never asked for anything.”
My breath catches as Jett’s gaze finds mine. A sharp pang shoots through my chest at seeing this other side of Jett-the guy who has never forgotten his roots, who values loyalty above all else.
“Daniel’s getting married, starting a new chapter. Seems about time I returned the favor, you know? Let my boy enjoy life before the whole picket fence and 2.5 kids thing.”
I blink rapidly, my throat tightening at the pure, unguarded affection in his voice. This is the real Jett Silver-generous, humble, fiercely devoted.
For a moment, it’s as if the past day’s turmoil never happened. But as our laughter fades, reality settles in.
“Jett, I,” I start, then pause, taking a deep breath. I fidget with my napkin, struggling to find the right words.
Jett reaches across the table, his calloused fingers wrapping around my wrist. The contact sends a wave of heat, my skin pulsing where he is touching me.
“You have to know, Scar...none of it was true. All that bullshit in the papers? Complete lies.” His voice is low but intense, eyes boring into mine, willing me to believe his sincerity.
“I know. Daniel explained everything.” I let out a shaky breath, his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, anchoring me.
“I won’t let him down.” Jett lets out a long breath, the tension visibly draining from his shoulders. “I won’t let either of you down. You’re my family, Scarlett. You and Daniel both. I promise to always honor that trust.”
Throat tight, I turn my hand over, twining my fingers through his, silently forgiving and accepting him. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you, given you a chance to explain before jumping to conclusions.”
“God, Scarlett,” he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my life. My life is complicated. But I swear I’ll do everything I can to make this work.”
Jett lets out a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Scarlett. I’m a mess. My life is one tangled knot of complications and bullshit 24/7.”
Reaching up, I brush a lock of those meticulously styled chestnut waves from his eyes. “Well, for what it’s worth...I’ve always seen you as more than just Jett Silver, rock god extraordinaire.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his full lips. “Baby, I’m a world-famous rock star who still goes by the dumbass nickname ‘Jett Silver’ that Daniel gave me in high school. I haven’t taken my head out of my ass for air in over a decade.”
I can’t help but let out a surprised laugh at his self-deprecating honesty.
Jett’s gaze softens as he regards me, a look of tender wonder crossing his striking features. “You never bought into my bullshit, did you? You always insisted on seeing the real me.”
“The real you happens to be one of my favorite people,” I admit quietly, a slight blush warming my cheeks.
In a move of surprising tenderness, Jett cradles my face in his calloused palms. His thumb skims my flushed cheek as he murmurs, “And you’re my favorite person too.”
“I’m in this for the long haul, if you are,” I confess. “So what do we do now?”
Jett’s thumb traces the curve of my lower lip, sending tingles ricocheting through my body. “We take this one day at a time, one step,” he rumbles. “And we don’t run anymore. Deal?”
The sincerity in his voice, the depth of his loyalty to both me and my brother, fills me with a sense of rightness. This is what love should be—not just passion and excitement, but also trust, respect, and unwavering commitment.
I give a shaky nod, rendered speechless yet again. Jett’s lips quirk in that trademark half-smile before he leans in and captures my mouth in a searing kiss.
Jett brings our joined hands to his lips. “Thanks for having my back.”
I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky murmur. “Well, I’d hope so, seeing as you’ve had my back against more than a few surfaces over the past few days.”
“Fuck, Scar,” Jett’s tongue darts out, wetting his lips. The unconscious has me squirming in my seat. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
Emboldened by the rasp of his voice, my free hand drifts to his thigh. “Why not? Can’t handle the truth?”
Inch by torturous inch, I drag my fingers higher, teasing along the inseam of his jeans. His breath hitches, muscles tensing beneath my palm.
“What’s the matter, Silver?” I purr.
