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me know if you need anything, beautiful. Since all you girls are in here safely.” He says sweetly. “I’m going to wait out front for the guys.” When I nod, Mack turns making his way out the door, leaving me alone in the chapel.
    Walking up to the front, I grab the acoustic guitar off the stool and sit down. I adjust the mic to my level and begin to strum. I need to warm up my voice and I’ll be damned if I will practice with him . Closing my eyes, I enjoy the last few minutes before being forced to paste on a smile and forget the last few months ever happened. Not once in my life, have I wanted to stay with just one man. My mom jumped from man to man for years, desperate for their acceptance and love to make her feel worthwhile. The disappointment in her eyes every time they split made me swear off that shit. I enjoyed the fact of answering to no one, if I wanted something or someone I went for it. I didn’t ask for cheap, meaningless words or promises, and when we got tired of each other it was a clean break.
    In my mind; sex does not equal love. Sex, if done right, equals an orgasm. In very lucky instances it can equal multiples. That has always been my way of thinking. Let feelings swirl and heart strings get pulled in a good hard bang session, and then you are just setting yourself up for heartache. Now, as I sing, I start to wonder if I have been playing the entire thing wrong. For the first time in twenty seven years, I start to wonder what it would feel like to have someone to fall in love with me.
    Songs, movies, and books all paint an unrealistic version of love while we are left mildly disappointed with our results. But if what I thought I felt for Hunter is anything close to real, I want to share that with someone. My fingers stumble on the frets because although I can’t see him, I know he is here watching, somewhere. Hunter. I can feel the way my skin still heats when he watches me, the way my body is so aware of him when he is near. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to shake it off and finish the song. I’ll be damned if Hunter Chesterfield is going to see my fingers tremble, just because he walks into the room.

Being Schooled in Sin City

    Hunter

    As soon as my tattoo is done, I pay that asshole and tell Henry I’m going to walk the three blocks to the chapel, claiming that I want to check the setup for our little serenade. I’m sure Chase is going to be pissed when she finds out that I will be the one singing with her. I mean it’s not ideal, but it is short notice. She can work with the only option we have. Me. I have to push thoughts of how well she can work me when I see Mack standing at the top of the steps.
    “How did it go? I sure hope Aiden didn’t scream as loud as your mom did last night?” Mack chuckles, arrogantly.
    I wince at the visual of that. “No, that’s just wrong man.” I say shaking my head. “Mom jokes have to be carefully thought out before you use them. My mom? Not a good choice.” I mutter trying not to lose my lunch. “Now, your mom? If you feel it necessary to go that route, we can review and discuss at a later date.”
    Shrugging him off, I yank open the door and am nearly knocked to my knees. Across the room is Chase wearing a short blue strapless dress that makes my mouth water. Her eyes are closed while she plays my guitar, her voice echoing off the walls beautifully. My hearts leaps into my throat. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Mack says from behind me.
    “Yeah, she is.” I agree, because it’s true. “Don’t even think about it fucker.” My eyes never leave her as I grind out my warning. Her fingers stumble on the neck, making her body stiffen, but she recovers quickly. Her voice is smooth with just a little bit of edge. Giving and bending with every chord she plays, flowing seamlessly. I don’t think I have ever been as excited to sing a damn love song as I am right now, knowing that I will be singing with her. I know I should be the