Page 29 of True Stars Collide

In the abrupt calm after the storm, she turned back to the bar. All her energy deserted her, and she sank into the barstool. Well, that was done, anyway.

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar sexy accent murmured from beside her.

She whipped her head to the side and there he stood, in all his blond, beautiful glory. “Liam?”

His long, blunt fingers gripped the back of the stool, and he raised his eyebrows. “Can I sit?”

“Of course. But what are you doing here? Did the press see you?” Butterflies burst into a full dance in her belly and the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention.

He folded his long, rangy body onto the chair and turned to her. His emerald eyes gleamed and his lips quirked. “Fuck the press. I’m here for you.”

“For me?” So now she was a parrot instead of a singer.

He nodded and pulled a sheet of paper out of his back pocket and handed it to her. “Read this.”

Her heart galloped in her chest and her fingers trembled as she accepted the paper. “What is it?”

“A song. Read it.” His voice was raspy.

“You wrote a song?”

He narrowed his eyes and growled. “Read. The. Song.”

Her heartrate accelerated so much it felt like her heart might leap out of her chest. “Okay.” She unfolded the sheet and scanned the words. Her cheeks began to burn.

It was a love song. A duet.

True Stars Collide

Brightest star in the sky

You woke me from a long sleep

Your unwavering light struck my heart

Awakening a love so deep

A love so true.

Her eyes filled and she raised her gaze to his. “You wrote this for me?” He loved her?

He caught both of her hands in his. “Zoe, I wrote this song for us. Because from the moment you came into my life, nothing’s been the same. I don’t care about image or any of that crap. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never said these words to anyone.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and held her breath.

“Zoe Hastings, I love you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. I trust you. I love you. You’re my true North. Will you marry me?”

Tears streamed down her face and laughter bubbled in her throat. “I’m already your wife, silly.”

He shrugged. “Let’s do it again. This time, we’ll pick out the ring because I know that Real Housewives ring isn’t you.”

She launched herself into his lap and threw her arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, absolutely yes.”

He clasped her chin between two fingers. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What? I said yes!”

“Zoe.” His chest rumbled.

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