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their carelessness. My heart freezes.
     
    It is Garret.
     
    “Man, I’m fucking exhausted,” he says. “Those shows really take a lot out of me. I feel like I just ran a marathon.”
     
    My heart starts thumping in my chest. I can feel the pulse all over my body. Even the soles of my feet are throbbing. Boom. Boom. The rush of blood in my ears is louder than anything else in the room, even the distant wail of music and conversation from the bar.
     
    He looks at me and starts to introduce himself. “Hey, I’m Garret – wait, I recognize you. Were you at the show tonight? You definitely were. You were in the front row. I remember you. You seemed like you were having a great time,” he laughs. “At least, I hope so.”
     
    I find my voice, though it comes out shy and trembling. “Yeah, I was. It was amazing, incredible. Everything was incredible. You were incredible.” I blush, thinking I must sound like a stupid groupie, like those girls in my class today.
     
    He cocks his head to the side and grins, the same grin that had stretched across his face right before the first song. It isn’t quite a cocky smile, but something emanates from it, some sense of poise and comfort, that puts me a little more at ease, although a spark of anxiety still races over my skin. I exhale and deflate a tiny bit.
     
    “Thank you very much,” he says. His voice is tamer now than when he was on stage, although I can still hear the potential for flight in it. He is a panther at rest. “That’s very sweet of you to say.” He grins again.
     
    “Hey, wait a sec… You took my pick!” he teases. “Stole it right out of my hands, if I remember correctly?” He chuckles as panic sweeps across my face.
     
    “I did not!” I start to stammer indignantly. I can feel myself blushing.
     
    “Did too!” he interrupts. “That’s my lucky pick, too. You better give that back, you punk.”
     
    I fish through my purse and grab the pick between my fingertips. “Here,” I say, handing it to him. His fingers brush mine as he takes it from me. When he closes his hand over mine, a spark of static electricity zaps us. We recoil. I am mortified, but he is laughing again.
     
    “First you steal my pick, then you shock me!” he yells. “I don’t know if I should keep talking to you, Miss …?” He arches an eyebrow.
     
    “Jodie,” I mumble. “My name is Jodie.”
     
    He rolls the name around in his mouth, as if he is tasting it. “Jodie,” he repeats. “I like that. Nice to meet you, Jodie.” He offers a hand to shake, half-mockingly. I bite my lip and reach out, but he jerks his away before I can touch him.
     
    Garret eyes me warily. “You’re not gonna shock me again, are you, Jodie?” Tension draws lines down his jaw, but then he breaks into a smile.
     
    “I’m just kidding,” he says. He grabs my hand and squeezes softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Jodie.”
     
    The sensation of the skin-on-skin contact is almost too much for my heightened awareness tonight. It is like I can feel every individual nerve mingling with his. His fingers are smooth and strong. They look experienced, flexible, exploratory. I want him to touch me with them.
     
    I shake my head to clear out the rogue thoughts.
     
    A blond girl totters down the hall in high heels, her tanned legs gleaming in the fluorescent lights overhead. Men turn to watch her as she walks past them. She doesn’t look at any of them, however.
     
    Instead, she beelines for Garret. When she nears him, she speaks in a lusty murmur. “Garret, I loved your show tonight. You were so good.” She drags out her words, flicking her tongue around every syllable. Ample breasts spill from her tight leopard print dress. The sheen on her lips is blinding.
     
    “Thanks so much, babe,” Garret says. “Have a great night.” He smiles, but I could swear something is missing from his grin – some weight, some depth. A certain degree of sincerity is absent from his pinpricked