*A/N: MINOR CHANGES. MOSTLY JUST REPLACED WORDS. NOTHING MAJOR. WORKING ON NEW CHAPTER NOW.*

Chapter 1

She walked into the lobby, busy looking at her phone for messages from her lawyer, and didn't notice the man sitting at the bar. "Hey, Rayna!" her head snapped to the voice as her fingers tapped away.

"What do you want?" She was still mad at him for deceiving her.

"We have an album to finish." He took a last sip of his drink, threw some money on the bar and walked over to join her.

"I fired you." She didn't want to deal with him today. Or ever.

"And I'm going to be nice and courteous and agree to come back."

"Go away Liam."

He watched her walk away, noticing a sort of sadness in her eyes, and decided to follow her. She ended up going to her room, but Liam waited a few moments before knocking on her door.

"What? I thought I told you to go away?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't seem fine." He pushed past her and Rayna gave up. Liam was lounging on the couch a bottle of water in his hands when she joined him in the sitting area. "You want to talk about it?"

She sat heavily on the couch and leaned back. "Teddy wants a divorce."

"Ok," he leaned forward, unsure how to continue.

"And Deacon kissed me in Chicago."

"I'm not your girlfriend…"

"You asked me to talk," she glared at him, "I'm talking."

"Fine, uh, let me see." He tapped his fingers against his chin, obviously feigning seriousness. Rayna gave him a light push and let a small smile appear on her lips. "There we go! She does know how to smile!" he wiped the smile off his face and became serious. "Did you tell Teddy about Deacon?"

"No, I wanted to talk to Deacon, but Teddy showed up."

"Did Deacon see him? Or did Teddy see Deacon?"

"Not that I know of." She didn't offer anything else.

"I'm really not good at this sort of thing." He thought for a moment about their previous conversations. "I though you and Teddy were trying to work things out?"

"He's tired of waiting for me to love him."

Liam sighed and threw his hands in the air. "I think you need a drink." "I know I do," he thought to himself. He nodded in approval at the fully stocked mini-fridge and grabbed a small bottle. "Here," he told her, opening it for her.

"I don't need to be drunk."

"And this won't get you drunk, just buzzed, and trust me, you'll think better with a little alcohol."

Liam put the drink on the coffee table behind him and crouched down in front of her to put his hands on her knees. She looked up from her hands to his face and put her arms around his neck.

They both moved at the same time, their lips touched, his hands moved to her hips and he pulled her off of the couch to join him on the floor.

Hands running up her body, he started to push her jacket off her shoulders, but stopped and pulled away. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked, hurt in her eyes.

"You're marriage…"

"Is over." Smiling, she pulled him to her again. This time, he pushed her jacket off her shoulders.

**Deacon**

He'd seen Rayna come in and was going to talk to her when Liam had come up to her. It hadn't looked like a friendly conversation.

Deacon waiting and watched as Rayna went to the bank of elevators and then as Liam followed. "She rode up alone though," he noted.

As he rounded the corner from the elevator to Rayna's hall, he saw Liam enter Rayna's room. Rayna wasn't actually visible, but when Liam didn't come back out, Deacon went back to his room a few floors down.

He tried calling Rayna, but her phone went straight to voicemail. "What are you getting yourself into Ray?" he wondered.

Deacon didn't know why Liam was here, in fact the last he'd heard, Rayna had fired him, though for what he didn't know.

He honestly didn't know what to do. She'd texted him in Chicago that she wanted to talk, but then Teddy showed up at her door. They hadn't spoken since then, almost a week ago and although he didn't want to admit it, he still cared about her.

He'd wanted to kiss her for a while now and then in the elevator, he lost all his control. Her lips had felt so right against his, but he'd pulled away and left when the elevator stopped on his floor.

In his room now, he just sat on the bed thinking. It wasn't that he was insecure, he knew Rayna enjoyed the kiss, it was the fact that he didn't know what she was thinking.

Or if he'd done the right thing.

They hadn't been together since the last time he went to rehab. He'd thought about them numerous times since then, had been trying not to, but had. When he'd wanted to write a song with her, she'd turn him down though never give him a reason. He knew why. When they wrote a song, they got... intimate for lack of a better word. That's how "No One will Ever Love You" had been written.

Deacon picked up his guitar and just started to strum, not trying to write a new song, just for comfort.