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a sudden. “Is this all right? Anything…we should be avoiding?”
    “Chairs,” Oliver deadpanned. “If you want to know. The worst of the breakdown involved a chair.”
    “You’re crazy.”
    “Yes. I was writing a song, very badly I must say, and I lost it. I took it out on a chair that had been annoying me for some time.”
    “Holy shit.”
    “That’s an improvement from drunkenly hitting people, of course.”
    Which he did, Haley remembered that . “I’m glad you didn’t do that then.”
    “Don’t worry. What you're seeing is me on my way back up. Or back to the middle. And please, don't try to fix my fuckups, in case you feel the urge to. It'll take longer than a weekend, and we have kids to scare.”
    “Mentor,” Haley corrected him. “And fine. I'll exempt you from my mentoring urges, as much as I can.”
    The fajitas arrived. Two individual servings of the same thing, steak fajitas, and soon their table was overwhelmed with sizzling meat, onion, peppers, and tortillas. Oliver pounced on his. Haley would like to think that she was more civilized at it, but she missed this too and was soon wiping steak juice that dribbled down her chin.
    Yeah, she liked home too. Mostly.
    “So what else is in Tampa?” Oliver asked.
    Haley sighed. “Just my job.” If I still have one.
    “Are you uploading more videos?”
    “No, I stopped doing that.”
    “You should have kept going. Did you see how many views Your Life got? It's insane.”
    How insanely popular could it have been, if no one was beating down her door with offers? “I got my job now because of it. I'm paid well. Maybe this is the best it's going to get.”
    He looked up at her, interrupting a moment with his steak. “That sounds sad.”
    “It's realistic. I was Internet-famous for a second and got a job because of it, and that's all it's going to be.”
    “This is what you tell yourself?”
    It was what was keeping her from completely giving up. Believing for a second that it could be more was dangerous. That path led to broken dreams and being kicked out of your apartment at twenty-four.
    She did not say that.
    “Can you keep your mentor urges away from me, too?” she told him. “I know you've been in the business and will have all sorts of advice, but I kind of want to be outside of it for now. I don't mind helping out some kids every year, maybe teach someone who ends up playing at Carnegie Hall. That's still worth doing, right?”
    Oliver was about to disagree but changed his mind. “It's admirable, yes. Not at all a waste of time.”
    She wanted to pick on that last thing he said, but her phone rang. It was someone she was not ready to talk to yet.
    “Logan?” Haley said. “Yeah, I'm back in town—sorry I forgot to call you right away—”
    “You're in El Cantina, yeah, I asked Victoria,” Logan said. “I'm here right now, just parked.”
    “Oh, okay.” Haley shook her head as she ended the call. Shit.
    “Shit what?” Oliver asked.
    Oh, so she had said that aloud. “Um, there's this guy. My ex-boyfriend. I was sort of psyching myself for when I was going to see him, but he's here now. Shit.”
    “Is he going to be a problem?”
    He wasn't, really. Haley had a feeling that the female population of greater Houston would have no problem at all if Logan Richards called often, and went to their homes, and made nice with their parents, and insisted on meeting for a cryptic “special dinner” this particular weekend. She used to think that was what she wanted.
    In less than a minute Logan himself found her, and Oliver, and their table full of fajita paraphernalia. He was surprised to see that she had company, because Victoria obviously didn't share that with him.
    Oliver stood up when he realized that the guy was joining them. “Hey. I'm Oliver.”
    “Logan,” Logan said, shaking the rock star's hand. “I'm Haley's boyfriend.”
    Haley really, really wanted to drop her head down to the table, but she didn't want to get