Present day…
I was a hot mess.
Chuck had been in Vienna with the band for a month, which sucked in the worst way. After I’d cooled things down between us—for the sake of my sanity—I’d buried myself in work. But everything reminded me of the man.
The desk where I worked had been the scene of many a f**k session, as had the space behind the amplifiers in the adjacent music store, along with various other spots in the building. I’d broken my cardinal rule not to become attached. Why had I let myself get in so deep? I sure as hell knew better.
It was supposed to have been fun times—no strings at all. The memory of Stellan Gretsch and his betrayal should have cured me from any serious romantic involvements. Yet here I was.
Chuck and I had both agreed on the nature of our relationship, star
