He frowns. “Sweetheart, you okay?” He peers at her close. Her eye are red-rimmed, her shoulders stiff.
Alabama shakes her head. “I was wrong about last night. We can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Us.”
He flashes a grin that’s bound to get her temper fired up. “C’mon, Al. We’d be good together onstage.”
“And in bed?” She crosses her arms tight against his chest as if she’s trying to protect herself or freeze him out.
He groans, frustrated. “That ain’t what this is about. You mean more to me than that. And you know it.”
“It was just sex. One night. That’s all it was.”
Her words are a bucket of ice water.
Fuck.
His nostrils flare. Hell yes, he’s angry. But instead of storming away in a huff, instead of clenching fists, he steps closer. He won’t walk away from Alabama—never again. He wants to solve this quick, so he can make her feel better, so he can fix whatever’s hurting her.
“It wasn’t just one night, damn it. Talk to me.”
He reaches out to take her in his arms, but she steps away.
She closes her eyes, inhaling a deep breath. Adamant. Angry. “No,” she says. “We can’t do this. Not anymore.”
Before he can respond, she’s turning on her heel, entering her room and closing the door behind her.
Griff blinks, staring at the shut door. He’s never been so goddamn confused in his life.
“Fuck.” He rests a palm against the door, his heart tearing a hole in his chest.
He doesn’t know what’s happened, but he knows he’s got to fix it. He has to convince Alabama what she means to him. He can’t let her walk out of his life. Not now.
Not again.