Page 155 of The Broken Keys

“Now that's the Cash we know.” Bren picks up a guitar and starts strumming. “Lovesick and insufferable.”

“Fuck off, Guns.” I chuckle. “Or maybe I should tell you about what I did to your sister last night.”

“You’re such a prick.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m sure you had a great time, but I don’t wanna know anything about what you two do in bed.”

We dive back into the music, and this time, when my phone buzzes, I don’t lunge for it. I let it sit in my pocket while I focus on creating something meaningful.

Because that’s what I need to do with Livianna. Create something beautiful in the here and now, instead of constantly worrying about Jaxon and whether she will remember him.

I step off the elevator on Livianna's floor, adjusting the collar of my leather jacket. The building’s quieter now. Most people have already gone for the day.

“Cash?” Quinn, in a sharp business suit, is heading toward me, her face lighting up with recognition.

“Hey.” I offer a smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but more importantly, how are you two?” She gestures down the hallway toward Livianna’s office. “I just lefther studio. She seems like she’s doing well, all things considered.”

“Yeah, she’s tough.” I slide my hands into my pockets. “Always has been.”

Quinn’s expression softens. “I have to say, when you pulled her up on stage at Coachella, I literally cried happy tears. That was so romantic. I’m so happy you two got back together.”

“It was pretty special.” My chest warms at the memory.

“Special? Cash, it was magical.” She touches my arm. “The way you looked at her when you guys reunited backstage after your set? I’ve never seen two people more meant to be together. And when you dedicated that song to her… I thought I was going to melt.”

“Thanks for helping her get on stage.” I dip my chin in appreciation. “Thanks for being there for her today. I know her short-term memory loss can be hard at times, but don’t worry, she’ll get back to normal soon.”

“She was doing well when I stopped by to catch up and see how she was doing.” Quinn’s expression turns serious. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

“Thanks. I’ll remember that.” I glance down the hallway. “I should probably go grab her. Long day for both of us.”

“Absolutely. Tell her I’ll call her tonight.” Quinn steps toward the elevator, then pauses. “Oh, and Cash? Don’t overthink things. Just love her. That’s all she needs.”

I nod as she disappears into the elevator. Quinn’s words echo in my head.Just love her.Like it’s that simple.

I stroll into Livianna’s studio and freeze when I get to her private work area. Jaxon’s bent over her shoulder, his hand braced on her desk, their faces inches apart as they review a document spread out in front of them.

His other hand rests on the back of her chair, not quite touching but close enough that the intimacy of the position sends ice through my veins.

Livianna laughs at something he says, tilting her head toward him, and the sound guts me. They look natural together. Comfortable. Like they’ve done this a thousand times before.

Because they have.

I clear my throat. “Looks like you’re getting a lot done.”

Livianna’s head snaps toward me, her face lighting up. “Hi, Callum. I thought you were going to text when you got here.”

“Yeah, I was, but I thought I could help you carry anything you might need out to the car.” I gaze at Jaxon, trying to keep calm. “Jaxon, good to see you again.”

She pushes away from the desk and crosses to me, rising on her toes to kiss my cheek. I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her against me while keeping my stare locked on Jaxon.

“Cash.” He straightens slowly, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Nice to see you as well.”

“How was the rest of your day?” I brush my thumb along her hip.

“Amazing, actually.” She turns in my arms to gesture at Jaxon. “Jaxon spent the entire day walking me through everything. The Marcus Chen deal, my design process, and the team structure. I can’t believe how patient he was.”

Yeah, I bet.