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the road.”
    A scowl set in. “I’m sure there will be.” The uncertainty was gone from her voice, replaced with a sharp edge. “And I’m sure now you’re single, you’ll have lots of fun getting to know each and every one of them.”
    Single? “Zee… Rosalie, we’re not breaking up.”
    She gave a short, cold laugh. “Yeah, lover, we are. Goodbye.”
    Quinn lay on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. Every time he tried to grasp a thought, it flitted away. He’d led the girls from Roz’s studio as far as the hotel lobby, signed photos on their phones, and sent them on their way. That had been almost twelve hours ago.
    What was wrong with him? He couldn’t get her face out of his mind. Memories of her head on pillow, long, black locks spilling out around her laughing face. The sound of her gasps from lunch the other day—short, desperate, intense.
    Was it even possible to love someone so much?
    Love? What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t fall in love. Sure, they’d fit perfectly together three years ago, but even if she’d gone on tour with him back then, it wouldn’t have lasted. He cared about her, but love?
    Except, every time the word repeated in his head, it felt more and more right, and at the same time completely terrifying. Love meant commitment, and surrendering part of himself.  Of his life. Of freedom.
    So why did it sound so appealing?
    His phone hadn’t been at the studio. Given the circumstances, it was possible it had been stolen, according to the police, and he wouldn’t have a new one until tomorrow. They’d also asked him if he could stay in town another day or two, in case they needed him to ID someone or answer more questions. He’d originally planned on it anyway, so he agreed.
    But that meant he was stuck alone with his thoughts, no real access to funds until his replacement phone came in tomorrow, and no desire to stare at the walls any longer.
    He snarled at the empty room, and left it behind him. It was late enough, the elevator and hotel lobby were almost empty. He stepped through the revolving doors, and a wash of rain slammed into him, drenching him almost immediately. He didn’t care. Being soaked didn’t register on his scale of thoughts worth clinging to at the moment. Besides, it was another thing he loved about Emerald City—frequent summer showers.
    He didn’t know where he was going, but he had to walk. He listened to the patter of drops as it mingled with the sounds of night time traffic and the stomping of his feet hitting the sidewalk. Every time he tried to redirect his thoughts—to their upcoming tour, to new songs they’d been working on, to anything—his mind rebelled and drifted back to Roz.
    He passed a Mag-Bus stop, sign proclaiming all rides within city limits were free. Might as well. It had nothing to do with the fact the line ran past Roz’s studio. Going back to the hotel wasn’t appealing, and his jeans couldn’t hold any more water. Fortunately, the car he hopped onto was almost empty. A couple of teenage boys huddled in back, laughing and pointing at something on their phones. An older woman sat at the other end, head bowed and glasses in place, so he couldn’t tell if she was reading or sleeping.
    The scenery passed, buildings becoming less commercial and more industrial. Every muscle in his body tensed, as they drew closer to the point of his fixation. He pushed the button to get off at the next stop, and moments later stepped back into the pouring rain. He should have been surprised or upset, or something, that he’d dragged himself to Roz’s studio again.
    But the only emotion he could find was disappointment. It wasn’t like she was going to be around so late at night. The front door was boarded with security grade plexi-board, the blacked-out temporary fix blocking all light and not allowing a glimpse of inside.
    He turned away. Damn it.
    “Quinn?” Her soft question pushed back all his meandering thoughts, until it was