Leaving Nashville while he and Shell weren't on great terms f*****g sucked. After she'd left the meeting, he'd tried to confront her, tried to get her to tell him what was going through her mind, but she'd been too raw. Hell, he'd been raw too, trying to figure out how she'd kept all of this hidden, and how she'd kept her feelings to herself while still giving him pieces of her.
"You look rough," Garrett told him, having a seat next to him in the van that was taking them from the airport to the record company.
"Shell and I had a bit of an argument the other night, and I didn't even know we were having it." And that was true. Maybe he'd been stupid for believing things were fine, that even though they hadn't hashed out the biggest differences, they were strong.
"I hate when that s**t hap
