The last time I saw the only woman I’ve ever loved, we stood in a church as I tried to stop her from walking down the aisle toward the wrong man. I failed. In the four years that have passed, she had his kid while I went on to achieve the sort of success with my band that we never could have dreamed. I’ve sampled enough of the female population to realize no one will ever measure up to the woman who holds my heart, but she’s a mom now, and I’m unsuitable for kids. They’ve built their life far enough away from me, but they’re coming to California. They want to see me. My first response? No comment. The fire that always burned between us still rages when they show up, but I should really stay away. After all, she didn’t just marry some random guy. She married my brother.