It was two weeks since the Fire Festival. Fourteen days since she'd seen Jon again—and thirteen since she'd walked out and let him leave for Nashville.
And not one of them had passed without her cursing herself for not forcing an argument and making him admit what he felt. Because now she'd never know—had he left because he'd got all he wanted from her, or because he didn't think he could have anything else?
She could call, or email, she supposed. But she and Jon had always done better in person. Which was why she was spending her lunch hours searching for flight prices to Nashville rather than working on her latest song commission.
Then an email from her colleague, giving her details of a new rental property she needed to photograph for the website, put a stop to that.
Jon was renting out the cottage. Well, at least that answered her question about what he wanted—nothing more from her, or Wishcliffe. She closed the airline website and picked up her camera, cutting her lunch break short. She'd get the photos taken, push her feelings aside until she was done, curl up with a pint of ice cream tonight, then move on. Easy.
The memories hit even before she reached the front door, but inside the cottage they were overwhelming. There was where they'd kissed again for the first time. Where he'd touched her. And behind the bedroom door was—
"Jon?" She blinked as the door opened to reveal her best friend, her sometimes lover, waiting for her. "What—wait. What?"
"I came back," he said, stepping towards her. "I had the most almighty row with my manager. And with the label, come to that. But I told them…" He took a breath and looked her straight in the eye. "I told them that I needed a break from all the touring, the promotion, the selling myself. That I needed to concentrate on the music for a while. And that the only way I'd be able to write this album was if I was with the woman I loved."
"The woman… Me?" Lucy's heart seemed to be turning somersaults in her chest. He loved her.
"Oh, Lucy." He wrapped his arms around her waist as he smiled. "Don't you know? It's always been you. Every song I've written, every concert I've played—they've all been for you. And now I want to share them with you. If that's what you want?"
Words were beyond her for once, so Lucy just kissed him, which seemed to satisfy him well enough.
"I don't know how it's all going to work out," Jon admitted, when they broke apart. "I still have commitments. And things I want to achieve. And I know you do, too. So I don't know—"
She cut him off with another kiss. So like Jon, to be trying to plan at a time like this. A time that was just for feeling.
"Don't worry about it," she murmured against his lips. "As long as we're together? You and I can do anything we set our minds to."
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