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ties to her friends before she left New York. She’d told everyone that she would be busy doing studio work and not to expect her back anytime soon. No specifics. The less information they knew the better if this was going to work out. Maybe, just maybe, if she was lucky, she could fly under Campanella’s radar for a little while longer and pay him back before anyone else got hurt.
    Wanting to master Brutal Strength’s entire catalog, Avery spent the first few days back in Vancouver practicing their songs. The Sutton Place in downtown became her new temporary home. It was ideally suited to the task with a full service hotel tower on one side and long-term apartments like the one she currently occupied on the other. Her one bedroom suite was twice as large as the two-bedroom apartment she’d lived in with Justin and Jeff back in New York. Avery loved the balcony. It overlooked one of the main thoroughfares, Burrard Street, which conveniently connected her to the shops and restaurants in the vicinity.
    When the day for her to play with Brutal Strength finally arrived, Avery could hardly contain her excitement. On the short cab ride over to Black Cat’s home office in Kitsilano her knee bounced up and down the entire time. Trevor’s attempts at small talk were mostly wasted on her. She couldn’t focus. She just wanted to meet the rest of the group and jam with them.
    They split up as soon as they entered the building. Trevor went into the control room to listen with Stephen again, and Avery slipped into the larger studio where the band was waiting.
    Marcus spotted her as soon as she stuck her head in the door and strode right to her. He was grinning widely. Avery returned his smile, happy to see him again and relieved to see that his mood seemed vastly improved from the last time.
    Marcus was inexplicably pleased to see Avery again. There was just something about the guy he found appealing. Charisma was part of it, and that would be good for the group. But also a naiveté that though refreshing was also problematic.Avery would be exploited if someone didn’t look out for him. Marcus decided right then and there that someone would have to be him.
    Years on the road as the lead singer in a rock band had made Marcus irrevocably jaded and cynical. He had long since drunk the Kool-Aid, figuratively speaking. There wasn’t much he hadn’t seen or done. He’d earned his bad reputation. He only hoped not to repeat the same stupid mistakes in the future. Been there, done that, have the bill from rehab to prove it. He definitely didn’t want any of that crap for a nice kid like their gifted guitarist.
    “Avery, this is my older brother, Dwight. He’s our bassist and band anchor.” Avery studied the man who shook hands with her. He shared the same blue eyes and fair complexion as Marcus, but that was where the similarity ended. Rather than being tall and lean like Marcus, Dwight was shorter, by at least a couple of inches, and wider framed. He had thick blond hair with red highlights that were similar to hers.
    “Nice to meet you, Avery,” Dwight said, pointing back and forth between them. “You and I are gonna look good on stage together. Give the fans something better to look at than this troll.” His blue eyes sparkled as he shoved Marcus playfully.
    “Likewise,” she smiled tentatively at him. He came across as a warmer, more approachable version of his brother.
    “And this guy on the drums is John Raymond.” Marcus smirked. “We call him the Evil Stepchild.”
    “Just call me JR. All of my friends do.” The drummer looked like a California surfer, tall and slim with the requisite long blond hair and tanned skin. He smiled, flashing brilliant white teeth, and extended his hand to her.
    “Who’s ready to rock?” Dwight asked in a falsetto voice, sashaying his hips and spinning around in circle, hand behind his ear.
    Marcus chimed in right away, in a similar high pitched voice, “Oh Dwight, you are soo hot.