Bear Treble (Highland Brothers 4)
scowled at that part of herself.
    She picked up the paper and sang the lyrics out loud. Dylan’s eyes bore into hers as she continued.
    Each word dug deeper. Each one pried into her heart. Each one found a way to slip into her soul. She closed her eyes, repeating the chorus as loudly as she could.
    When she opened them, Dylan was standing in front of her.
    “It’s about you,” he whispered.
    Her heart pounded in her chest. She could hear it beating wildly in her ears. “I know.”
    “They all are, Layla. Every song we wrote up there this weekend. Crave , Lost , Living in My Soul . All of them are about you. About us.”
    She let the sheet slip from her fingers and flutter to the floor.
    “But the music wasn’t enough, was it?” She wasn’t going to do this, but the pain was still there.
    He gripped her shoulders. “The music between us is everything.”
    “Then why? Why did you reject me? Why did you push me away?” The tears stung her eyes.
    His brilliant eyes misted, and she felt the anguish in his gaze melt through her. What was tearing at him like this?
    “I didn’t reject you, Layla. I was rejecting me.”
    “I-I don’t understand.”
    His fingers dug into her arms as if he needed to steady himself. “Before you showed up on my porch I couldn’t write. The music had dried up. I would have been lucky to have sent you half a verse by the end of the weekend, much less six complete songs.” He sighed. “But then you stepped on that porch and you flipped my fucking world upside down.”
    She didn’t know her heart could beat so wildly.
    “You unlocked the music, Layla. The songs just poured from me. My songs. Your songs. The music was in my head and in my fingers. Every time I looked at you I heard a song. Every time you walked out of a room I thought of a song that would get you back in it. When I kissed you,” he growled low. “I thought of a hundred songs about that one fucking kiss.”
    She felt the fire in his hands. She saw it in his eyes.
    “But you didn’t just unlock the music. You unlocked something else. The one thing I didn’t want to face. The one thing I never wanted to unleash.”
    “What? What was it?” she asked.
    She thought he would break away and drop the hold he had on her, but it only grew stronger.
    “You unchained my bear, Layla Love. You let him out. And as much as I want to tell you he won’t come out again, I can’t. You belong to him, and to me.” His hands tangled through the back of her hair, and she tilted her chin forward.
    “I thought I could stop it. I thought I could be a stronger man, but I couldn’t resist you.”
    She sighed as he seized her, drawing her lips inches from him.
    “I-I unleashed your bear?” She had no idea what she was saying or what in the hell he was talking about, only that his lips were about to touch hers. It was all she could think about. It was just like Crave .
    “You unleashed him with your voice. With your damn pouty lips. With your gorgeous body.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “With every part of who you are.”
    She threw her hands around his neck and leaned into the kiss as his mouth moved against hers hungry and desperate. She purred against his tongue as he lashed at her. Nothing in this world felt like kissing Dylan Highland.
    She breathed heavily, then wriggled to make some space between them. She looked up at his lust-filled eyes. “I’m still confused.”
    “Will you come back to Highland House with me so I can explain?”
    “And leave the studio?”
    He nodded. “We need to talk. We can’t do it here. There are too many people. Your assistant. Hal. Billy. I need you to myself, Layla.”
    She didn’t know how she could wait through a two-hour car ride to find out what Dylan needed to tell her, but she did know every part of her wanted to hear what he had to say. If it was half as good as that song, it would be worth every cent she wasted on the studio today.
    “Yes.” She smiled. “I’ll go with

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