Treasure Me

by Olivia Cunning

  Kellen dialed Gabe’s number. No answer there either.

  “I’m going to knock on the door,” Dawn said, reaching over to touch his cheek. “You stay here. We don’t want to spook him.”

  Kellen smiled slightly. “He’s not a horse.”

  “He’s acting like one’s ass at the moment. At the very least he should hear you out. You two have been friends for a very long time.” And Kellen was the type who could not easily let go of deep connections. As far as Dawn was concerned, these two had to settle their differences for her sanity, if not for their own.

  He squeezed her hand as she opened the car door. She squeezed back before leaving him behind and walking up the path. She rang the doorbell and glanced back at the car. Kellen was watching her, both hands gripping the Trans Am’s steering wheel.

  The door creaked as it was slowly opened. Expecting Owen, or maybe even Lindsey, she was surprised to come face to face with a stunning woman—dark hair, dark eyes, gorgeous tanned skin. Dawn was at once reminded of a feminine version of Kellen. Her tongue forgot how to work as she gaped.

  “Owen doesn’t want to talk to him,” the woman said, nodding toward the car.

  So this was the right house.

  “Not to either of you,” she added, even as she started to close the door.

  Recovering from her initial surprise, Dawn slammed her forearm into the wooden surface to hold the door slightly ajar.

  “Will you talk to us?” Dawn asked. “It’s Caitlyn, right?”

  Caitlyn nodded, to which question, Dawn couldn’t be sure.

  “I already spoke to Kellen. Owen still isn’t ready to face him. He isn’t handling this well.” Caitlyn glanced away and released a heavy sigh. “Or at all. He’d take my speaking to you as fraternizing with the enemy.” She rolled her eyes and whispered, “He tends to overreact.”

  Dawn chuckled. “Mine fixates. He doesn’t know how to move on. And he’s sorry, Caitlyn. He’s really sorry for taking advantage of a terrible situation.” She didn’t say kissing Owen, because she wasn’t convinced he was sorry for the kiss itself. She knew he was sorry about the timing and the feelings of betrayal that kiss had caused.

  “Try convincing Owen of that.” Caitlyn ran a hand over her face. She looked as tired as Dawn felt.

  “I’d love to try. Will you ask him if he’ll talk to me?”

  “He’s a cheater, Dawn!” Owen yelled from inside the house. Apparently, he’d been eavesdropping. “You should dump his ass.”

  “Still overreacting,” Caitlyn said as she stepped onto the porch. She shut the door behind her and spoke in a hushed tone. “We have to do something to get these two back on speaking terms. I love the guy, but he is driving me nuts over one stupid kiss. He had absolutely no problem with Kellen jerking his dick at the sex club.”

  “You were there?” Of course she was.

  “To be honest, it was sexy as hell. Owen even called Kellen’s name when he came. I happened to be fucking him in the ass with a strap-on dildo at the time.”

  Dawn’s jaw dropped, not at the kinky sex but at the déjà vu she was suddenly experiencing. “You’re kidding.”

  Caitlyn shook her head. “It was a bit unsettling.”

  “Kellen called Owen’s name when I had him tied up a couple of nights ago,” Dawn said, still whispering.

  Now Caitlyn’s jaw was on the porch. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Do you think—do you think they’re in love with each other and just won’t admit it?” She’d suspected as much, but when they were together they didn’t act like they were in love. They didn’t exchange longing glances or find excuses to touch each other. They acted like straight-guy buddies. She hadn’t even noticed any bromance between them, but then Kellen had been fixated on Lindsey, so maybe she’d missed something. Caitlyn had seen the pair interact much more often than Dawn had.

  “I hope not,” Caitlyn said. “I really thought I’d finally found a guy I could love forever.”

  Dawn squeezed her shoulder. “I’m in the exact same position.”

  “I think we’re going to have to play dirty to get these two face-to-face.”

  Dawn grinned. She adored the woman already. “What did you have in mind?”

  A few minutes later, Dawn returned to the car. Caitlyn had her number. They’d brainstorm and conspire when Owen wasn’t peering out at them through a window and Kellen wasn’t watching them from his souped-up Trans Am. In Dawn’s brief conversation with Caitlyn, they’d agreed on one thing for sure. They had to get the guys back together—and not just Owen and Kellen but the entire band. Sometimes it took a smart woman or two to straighten out the fucked-up mess a group of unsupervised men made.

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  We finally made it through the second five-book arc of the Sole Regret series. Wow, that was intense! All the players are finally in place; all the shitstorms have been stirred. Now I just have to fix the mess I’ve made and tie up all the series loose ends in the final five-book arc of the series. Next up is Gabe’s last book, Trust Me. I finally get to give our sexy, inventive drummer the happily ever after he deserves. I’m sure it will be bittersweet to finish his story.

  I’d like to thank my amazing editor, Beth Hill, my sensational beta reader/book-signing assistant/suckage-selfie partner, Cyndi McGowen, and every person in my life that puts up with me when I’m struggling to get these stories out of my head. And as always, thanks to my fans, who allow me to fall in love with rock stars over and over and over again.