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the time the last note faded, Hugh was grinning.
    So was Luke. "That
was awesome, man. Now can you sing Lights Out ?"
    Hugh nodded.
    Luke returned to his seat
and gestured for Ivan to begin recording again. And Hugh belted out the lyrics
in perfect pitch.
    Luke wasn't sure who was
more proud when the song finished—Hugh or him. "Fuck yeah, man. Now that's
the way to do it."
    Hugh accepted Luke's
high-five with a huge grin. "Thanks, Luke. I appreciate the support. Can I
take you guys to lunch or something?"
    "Lunch is good. My
treat, though." He liked Hugh and wanted some extra time to see if the kid
would mesh well with his band mates.
    Throughout lunch, his
phone buzzed with message alert after message alert but none were from Audrey.
Too many times during the past few days, he'd drafted messages to her only to
later delete them. Once he got home, they were going to talk. And like it or
not, he wasn't leaving until she listened.

Chapter
Five
     
    Audrey
trudged into her apartment, thoughts as dark as the clouds rolling across the
nighttime sky. The scent of impending rain hung heavy in the air. She was in
the mood for a good, drenching thunderstorm. A full Saturday spent at the
studio, without Renee, had been exhausting. Her assistant was down for the
count with a nasty head cold, and she'd been left dealing with last-minute
issues for the show, chasing down two misplaced invoices, and working a
fourteen-hour day with battered concentration thanks to a construction crew
working on the shop next door.
    She cranked up the A/C,
shed her work clothes, pulled on a yellow tank top and denim cut-offs, and
wound her hair into a messy topknot. Slowly, the tension seeped out of her
system.
    Sketchbook in hand, she
padded barefoot into the living room and settled onto the chair by the window
for her Saturday night ritual of sketching new designs. As raindrops pelted the
window, her pencil formed quick lines across the page. Not clothes or more logo
designs for Furious Records—a sketch of Luke's face.
    He was due back from
Nashville on Sunday afternoon. She'd thought about him constantly since that
night at the club. Missing him didn't mean she should contact him, or that
being involved was the best thing for them. Best to leave their relationship
professional.
    Brendan, Landry, Zander,
and Luke had all signed off on one of the logo designs. Luke had forwarded the
email to her two days earlier. She still wanted to give them a few more
options. Turning to a blank page, she sketched the name in all caps, then added
aggressive strokes underneath. Then played with different borders—squares,
circles, shaded boxes. Eventually, she'd move to the design software in her
computer. But for her, starting by hand was always best.
    The door buzzer sounded,
jarring her out of her musing. Who would be out there at ten o'clock at night?
She set her sketch pad aside and pressed the talk button.
"Yes?"
    "It's me."
Luke's voice rumbled through the speaker.
    Her pulse jumped. Her
hands flew to her hair and met the hasty knot. Damn it, she wasn't ready.
"Come on up."
    She spent the next minute
rushing around her apartment, trying to decide whether to straighten up her
place or her appearance. Too soon, a knock sounded. Heart beating fast, she
opened the door.
    Raindrops dotted Luke's
blue t-shirt. His quietly assessing gaze traveled down her body and up in one
smooth move. "You're always in heels. I didn't realize how small you are
without them."
    She resisted the urge to
defend her height or apologize for her super casual appearance. Though, from
the way he was looking at her, he didn't seem to mind. "I thought you
weren't coming back until tomorrow."
    "I was able to get
on an earlier flight." He shifted his hold on his travel bag.
    "Oh." She bit
her lip then stepped back and gestured to her living room. "Want to come
in?"
    "I didn't take a cab
all the way over here from the airport just to stand in the hall."
    "If you're going to
be sarcastic, you can