Chapter 12

The barn where the festival was being held was packed when I got there, the music in full swing. I moved closer to where the band played—not an easy task with all the groupies—and chuckled to myself when I saw their outfits. Every last one of the members wore a dress of some sort, with red masks. Of course, Joey was his flamboyant self with a red miniskirt and tight black tank top, his shoulder-length hair slightly sweaty, with some strands stuck to his face. He was mesmerizing, sexy as fuck, and confident—the strongest man I’d ever known. And, I admitted to myself, a man in whom I was still interested.

I moved with the crowd, dancing with abandon like I hadn’t done in a long time, probably since I’d broken up with Joey. I decided then and there that I wanted to try again, if he was willing. He was flawed, sure, but so was I. We both deserved a second chance, and maybe a happy ending.