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I folded my arms over my chest. “You should leave before Ezra gets here.”
“Ezra?” Andy’s brows shot up.
I nodded. “Yeah, Ezra. He’s probably the one person who hates you more than I do. He comes for coffee every morning while we’re at the track. He’s due any minute.”
“I’m not afraid of him.” Andy took a step toward me again and pinned my smaller frame against the counter. “I’m not afraid of Ezra, your boyfriend, or anything you might say to me. They’re only words, Ricky. They can’t hurt me.” The heat from his body was overwhelming. “You’re still so beautiful it hurts.”
My vision blurred. “You can’t say things like that to me.”
My willpower was fading. If he touched me again? If he tried to kiss me? I would melt under the pressure, and Andy knew it. I never could say no to him, because he was all I had ever wanted. Even now.
“Why not?” Andy murmured as he leaned down to brush his nose over my jaw. “You used to love when I told you that.”
I shook my head. “I pried my fingers from the myth of us.” I hated the way my voice shook despite how strong I felt. My stomach was flopping around like a fish out of water.
“Why do I think you’re lying to me right now, Ricky?” His breath fanned over my skin, and when I felt his thick body pressed to mine, I bit back a groan.
I closed my eyes. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” Andy whispered.
The knock at the door had him jumping back and my eyes flying open. He let his lust-filled gaze linger on me for a moment before I slipped away from him to go greet Ezra.
“Sorry I’m late, boo, but this morning has been a nightmare! Carson wasn’t taking me seriously when I said that we should have a baby.” My best friend rushed into my RV, beaming light and fresh air. “And then I spilled coffee on my shirt, so I had to change, then my makeup—What the fuck are you doing here?” His dark eyes narrowed in on Andy standing in the kitchen.
He was tiny, but you didn’t want to mess with him. He was like a piranha with a sharp tongue and sharper teeth.
I tried to warn him.
“I was just leaving,” Andy assured Ezra. “I’ll be in touch, Ricky.” He winked at me before he slipped out the front door without another word.
“Tell me you didn’t.” Ezra pointed a finger at me. “Oh, Leo, please tell me you didn’t get back together with him.”
He sat down on one of my kitchen chairs and crossed his legs as he watched me. He didn’t look mad, but I could see the worry in his eyes. The fear that he was going to have to pick up my pieces again. Not my finest moment.
I sat down across from him. “We’re not anything anymore.”
“Thank goodness.” Ezra looked relieved. “So why was he here? Wait, did he beg for forgiveness? Get on his knees and say he was sorry, that he still loved you? Oh, that would be something. I’m sorry I missed it.” Such a drama queen, my best friend.
I shook my head. “No, none of that. Andy said he was in town and wanted to see me.” I worried my lip between my teeth before I launched into the story.
“I don’t like it. He’s up to something.” Ezra sat back in the chair.
I nodded. “We’re supposed to be friends.” I thought about how different Andy seemed. Tired, sad, and unlike himself. Especially the drinking. That scared me.
“Oh no you don’t.” He shook his head at me. “I can see you falling for him again. What kind of a bestie would I be if I let that happen? We’re going out tonight.”
I smiled as I tried to push Andy from my thoughts. “You’re married, but thank you.” I patted his hand as I climbed to my feet. “I have to get ready to head down to practice.”
Maybe going out tonight would be good for me. Maybe I could find someone to help me forget. But even as that thought entered my mind, I knew it wouldn’t happen. I had never been able to forget him.
Chapter Two
Andy
I dragged myself back to my hotel room with the hangover from hell looming behind my eyes, only to find my bandmates, close friends, and foster brothers waiting for me there. It was moments like this that I thought about what it would be like if I had gone solo. A shiver ran up my spine. I was too much like my dad, and I preferred to hide behind the drums on stage. The crowd paid more attention to the guitar and bass player than to me. Even if I was the singer.
“Where were you?” Felix Taylor demanded the second I opened the door.
