EPILOGUE

‘There's just no rhyme or reason

Only the sense of completion

And in your eyes

I see the missing pieces I'm searching for

I think I've found my way home

I know that it might sound

More than a little crazy but I believe

I loved you before I met you…’

The door to Lennon’s dressing room opened and a crew member stuck his head in.

“Fifteen-minute warning, Lenno.”

Lennon nodded.

“Thanks, man.”

He looked down at Everly, letting his eyes linger over her. He’d never get tired of just looking at her. She’d been hard at work on edits for her newest book while he went through his vocal warm-ups. This was his first performance since they’d gotten back from their honeymoon.

While scrolling through some files, Everly swept her hair off the back of her neck with one hand. Holding it up, she looked so damned sultry, so feminine, Lennon held his breath and his heart almost stopped. Everly looked up as if feeling his eyes on her.

“You do know what you do to me, r