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I’m fucking hungry.

    L ila had to shake her head. He wasn’t putting on an act. He truly wasn’t the type to be overly concerned with what an ex was up to. Somehow he managed to stay friends with just about every girl he’d ever hooked up with—Jazz, Tori and Chloe, Snake’s ex, included—but he never bothered himself overmuch about reminiscing, that was for sure.
    Time for her to rip a page out of his relaxed playbook.

    L S : Sure you haven’t drunk from the same fountain Jazz and Harper have? You’ve been food-obsessed lately.

    N ick didn’t reply for so long that she had to get ready for her meeting with Donovan. Perfect timing. She’d just had to make a pregnancy joke, right when she was going for an attitude of blissful ignorance of all things related to settling down.
    And c’mon, that wasn’t Nick. He’d shown her many different sides to himself over the past year, and he had hidden depths she’d never guessed when they were snarking and rolling their eyes at each other over a conference table when it came to Oblivion business. True, he’d taken to a committed one-woman relationship with the zeal of a missionary, but that wasn’t the same as doing the whole husband-and-father thing.
    If need be, she could skip the husband part for a while. She’d seen all too well how little that paper meant if both parties weren’t invested. The kid one? Unfortunately, that was a limited run engagement, and the egg timers in her pelvic region weren’t content to bide their time.
    She grabbed her iPad and deliberately left behind her phone in her desk drawer before heading toward the conference room. She needed to be on point for her meeting with Donovan, not dwelling on what Nick might be thinking. More than likely, he’d wandered off to work on another song, or another guitar student had shown up, or who knows what. Whatever he was doing, his silence probably had nothing to do with her whatsoever.
    Besides, she had work to do.
    Five minutes later, Donovan stepped into the room and shut the door. “Morning, Lila. No coffee?”
    “I forgot to grab some from reception.” She started to rise.
    He waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just used to seeing you with coffee in hand.”
    “I’m trying to watch my caffeine intake. It got to the point that I was mainlining the stuff.”
    He smiled and took the seat opposite her. “I know what that’s like, especially on a transatlantic flight. Speaking of, I’d like you to accompany me to my next meeting in London in January. I’ve scheduled some talks with new investors that I think would benefit from your touch.”
    “Really.” She tapped her nails on the edge of her iPad. “Which investors are those?”
    “Actually, they’re two guys I grew up with and played with in the pubs. They were in my first band, Soldiers of Fortune.”
    Many of the artists Donovan signed had no idea he’d once been in a band of his own. Several bands of his own actually. As a former guitarist himself, he understood being a musician from the inside out.
    She was surrounded by bloody guitarists, while the guitar Nick had given her last Christmas languished in her closet because she was too afraid to take it out and try to learn.
    Nick was giving guitar lessons now, to select students he deemed worthy of his time. Once word had gotten out that Oblivion’s lead guitarist was even considering taking on students, he’d been swamped with requests. His roster was as long as her arm. Twice as long, probably. If she even gave him the slightest inkling she was interested in lessons, he would clear his calendar in a heartbeat.
    But she was scared, so she said nothing. Failing at something she loved—even if it was only in theory in this case—seemed so much worse than not giving it a shot at all.
    She could extrapolate that to other things she loved and was worried about failing at. Like, oh, a relationship. One that could be forever or for a short time, depending on how she