Saving Kylie: A Small Town Second Chance Romance by Taryn Quinn

Author:Taryn Quinn [Quinn, Taryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2021-01-17T18:30:00+00:00

Six

Groaning, Kylie rolled over in bed and pressed her face in the center of her pillow, the scent of soap and man making her smile. She didn’t open her eyes, just drifted on the contentment that wrapped around her as warmly as the sheets and comforter.

Home.

Her body ached a little, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Because she was finally safe and happy and…

Delusional.

The sounds of a guitar filtered into her consciousness, and she reached out for the man who should’ve been at her side.

Justin. Only Justin.

As soon as she looked at the navy walls and the hunter-green bedspread, she knew she wasn’t home. She didn’t have a home anymore. But she had the soft strum of strings from behind her, the music a caress over her heated skin. She didn’t recognize the song, but she knew the low, lilting voice singing about a little fishing boat that was taking on too much water to make it to shore.

She rolled over and stared at Justin, whose attention rested solely on the battered guitar he stroked as patiently as a lover. His fingers moved with precision, the song sweet and haunting and all the more memorable for its simplicity. His gritty, sandpapery morning voice told the story of the sinking ship with a sort of sad finality that made her throat swell.

By the time he finished, she was dashing away tears.

He glanced up and smiled, but the expression faded at the sight of her face. “Hey, what’s the matter?” He set aside the guitar and rose fluidly, then crossed the room to her in a few strides. “Bad dream?”

“No.” Feeling foolish, she snatched a tissue from the box on the nightstand and tossed him a weak smile. All at once, her body had started to ache again, probably in a race to keep up with her heart. “It’s a beautiful song.”

Cocking his head, Justin sat beside her, bringing her gaze to his bare abdomen. He wore a pair of flannel pants and no socks, and somehow even the sight of his long toes made her own curl. “You liked it?”

“Yeah. I’ve never heard it before.”

“That’s because I wrote it.” He scratched the back of his neck and stared out the window, bathed in the milky pink light of morning. “I’ve written a few of them. This is the only one I’d sing for you.”

“You were singing it for me?”

His sheepish smile endeared her more than words ever could have. “Well, yeah. But you slept through most of the concert.”

She laughed and reached over to ruffle his messy hair. He gripped her forearm and ran his lips down the inside of her wrist. “Sorry,” she said, already breathless. He had that effect on her. “I’m kind of on a night owl’s schedule.”

“All those late nights at the bar.”

His lips were still moving, making teasing sweeps down her arm. Suddenly stringing together words had gotten a lot harder. “Nights that you often stay with me.”

“I don’t stay until closing.”

“Close enough sometimes. And I know you have school early in the morning.

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