Love on the Radio

You've been his for years, and I respected it. Maintained my distance. Kept my silence. My secret. Until that night you came to me, disillusioned, angry and hurt. God help us both, but I crossed my carefully drawn line before you left, disappeared. Now, you're back, and my need for you is a beast that hasn't been fed and has grown hungrier in the years since I've seen you. I remind myself we can't be more than friends, that you're off-limits to me. But it doesn't stop me from secretly craving what can never be mine.

Whoever said be careful what you wish for had a serious gift for understatement. As one of the world's hugest musicians I'd seen and had it all. Sold out tours. Awards. Fame. Money. Women . . . And I'd almost lost it all. Epically. Now I'm back home. A broken, burned out, desperate rock star . . . and a single father. I returned to give my son a family, stability. To figure out my life. But coming home meant seeing her.