I’M LEANING AGAINST the kitchen counter sipping my coffee when she finally emerges from the bedroom, pulling her luggage behind her. Her hair is up in a messy bun, minimal makeup, distressed jeans, and a T-shirt with white tennis shoes. She’s not even trying, and she is sexy as f**k.
When I first met her, she called me an aging rock star past my prime, and I knew I had to have her. She wasn’t after anything from me, other than my story. She’s beautiful, but it was her integrity that drew me to her.
Integrity is something lacking in L.A.
I don’t let many people in.
She broke past my armor, saw the person I am inside, and didn’t run.
The muffins are sitting in the middle of the kitchen counter, right where Erin’s sweet a*s was lying early this morning. She raises her eyebrows at me as s
