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normal.”
    “You were always so talented, Jensen. I’m glad someone realized that.”
    “What about you? Are you happy?”
    “I guess so. I love what I do and the people I meet are awesome. It’s still kind of surreal for me. I’m not used to people knowing who I am.”
    “I don’t think you ever get used to it,” Jensen admitted. “It just kind of is.”
    “Well, I feel so special sitting with a famous drummer,” I joked.
    “You want me to sign something?” Jensen smiled.
    My mind went straight to the gutter at that statement. I suddenly had a visual of me on top of Jensen, riding him like a rodeo bull while he signed my tits.
    “Serena? You left again.”
    “I’m here. I swear.” I tried to smile.
    “This is weird for you, isn’t it?”
    “Just a little.”
    “Well, I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
    Yeah, because spending time with Jensen wouldn’t be painful at all. He walked me to my car and I unlocked it. Jensen held the door open for me as I got in.
    “So, I’ll see you soon.”
    “I think you might need my number.” I handed him a business card. I pulled my phone out of my purse and Jensen’s hand settled over mine.
    “Let me put my number in. Then you can call me and I’ll have your number.”
    Jensen entered his phone number, then handed the phone back to me. I called him and he put his phone to his ear.
    “Hello?”
    I laughed and hung up.
    “You hung up on me.”
    “You’re standing right here.”
    “I’m keeping the business card. Drive safely, Serena.”
    I watched him walk to his car, his ass perfectly defined in his denim jeans.
    Damn that was hot.
    I drove home with all kinds of thoughts in my head. Was my godmother right? Was I destined to be with Jensen after all this time? I pulled into my garage and cut the engine. My phone pinged and I smiled down at the message.
    It was good to see you. I expect to see you Monday at 4 for our first lesson. Don’t be late ! 
    Well, I survived drinks and dinner with Jensen Pratt. I hope I could survive the rest of it.

Chapter 6
    My phone was ringing as I got out of the shower and once again, I flew across my bed to answer it.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey,” Jensen said, cheerfully. “Are you practicing your dismount?”
    “What?”
    “Gymnastics joke. Guess it was a bad one.”
    “I just got out of the shower. Um, what’s up?”
    “Can you be ready in about twenty minutes?”
    “Are you serious?”
    “See you soon!”
    I hung up and ran to my closet. My hair was still wet and I didn’t have a stitch of makeup on. Was Jensen high? He had to know women needed time to get ready! I hurried and threw some clothes on and applied some mascara while I blow dried my hair—not an easy feat. I had just thrown a shoe on when there was a knock on my door. I flew down the stairs and almost tripped on the last one. Righting myself, I opened the door to see Jensen with two cups of coffee.
    “I come bearing gifts,” he said, as he handed me a cup. “Cream and sugar, right?”
    “You remember how I take my coffee?” I stared at him. “How did you know where I lived?”
    “Your application for the drum lessons. So, let’s get a move on.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “I’m going to show you Flagstaff.”
    “Okay, hang on, and let me get my other shoe.”
    Jensen chuckled.
     
    ~*~
     
    I watched the city fly by as I sipped on the coffee Jensen had gotten me. It was perfect and tasted better than anything I’d ever had before.
    “What kind of coffee is this?” I asked.
    “ Wicked Arizona Coffee .”
    “Did you just make that up?”
    “Nope. Read the cup. See, over there is the train station.”
    “I have seen this part of town.” I grinned at him.
    Jensen went on to point out several restaurants that he frequented along with a quite a few bars. As we drove past downtown, more and more hotels sprang up and then a mall came into view.
    “There’s a mall?”
    “I’m sure it’s not like New York malls, but