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quickly.
     
    Back in my apartment, I paced and argued with myself.
    You don’t want to chase him too strongly. Think of all
the tail he already has pursuing him.
    But what do you care? You’re not looking for a
relationship. It’s not like you can be in a relationship anyway. You’re
a strong, independent female with an active, healthy sex drive. You’ve had
lovers before. If you want him as a lover, take control and do it!
    On and on it went. Arguing with myself over a guy. Then I
thought, Fuck it. Stop thinking and take action.
    Sitting down at my laptop, I composed an email with Cara in the subject line.
    If you wanted to pique my curiosity, you’ve succeeded. So
what is it?
    By the way, you’re right. I can’t put this book down.
It’s making me thoroughly unproductive. Thanks a lot.
    Lily
    I stared at the computer screen for several minutes as if
he’d reply instantly. Regaining a grip on reality, I called Ally to see if we
could meet up for a late lunch. Maybe she wouldn’t work out today, but she’d
definitely pig out on her rest day, as if she needed any excuse.
    Forget lunch. I was dropping my health-conscious eating
habits I tried to follow during the week. We’d go out for coffee and sweet
treats to splurge on. I knew a cafe that had the most decadent desserts and the
biggest cookies in town.
    And maybe it would get my mind of Leggy for a while.
     
    Leggy
    I was reading Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of
Being on my deck. It was the third time I’d read it and I had a notebook on
hand to scrawl some notes in case there was something I could allude to in one
of my songs. Deep in thought, I was surprised by the vibration from my
smartphone notifying me I had a message. An email from Ligeia Everett, subject
line: Cara.
    Lily . I opened it right away to read it.
    Yes! Had I actually pierced through the protective veneer;
she did have some sort of interest in me.
    Step one: get her interested in you.
    Accomplished.
    Now it was time for step two.
    Shit. I hadn’t thought I’d even get past step one. So
now what should I do next?
    I’d think about it during a run. I planned to run six miles
this morning, going around the lake. Running always seemed to clear my mind of
all the clutter of work, the band and so on. Perhaps I’d get some insight on
how to get this beautiful woman to go out on a date with me—without having it
blow up in my face.
     
    It was a brisk New England day with an even cooler chill
along the lake. A little coolness wouldn’t deter me though, that’s what
underlayers were for. After I ran half a mile, I warmed up and the cool air was
almost welcome.
    Ligeia, Ligeia, Ligeia.
    Lily.
    Hmm. Something about her that night at that club Vamps told
me she was different, she had more hiding under her pretty surface. She’d been
haunting my thoughts since then, but I thought I’d have to forget her. For one
thing, I didn’t even know her name so there was zero chance that I’d ever be
able to find her. I went back to the club the following weekend hoping to see
her there, but it was no use. She had only been out celebrating with her friend
so it was doubtful I’d ever see her there again. However, I had to give it a shot.
    After a couple of weeks, I knew it was time to give it a
rest. She didn’t seem like the type into rock so our paths would never cross.
So when I saw her at the bookstore in Salem, I thought it must only be in my
imagination. I never dreamed we’d run into each other in everyday life. I had
to go up to her and see if it was really her. She was wearing jeans and a soft
pink sweater with her coat thrown over her arm and she had glasses on, but
something about the way she moved signaled it was her. As I approached, I found
out not only was it her, but she looked even sexier in casual clothes than she
did in that hot little plaid dress.
    But then, I did have a thing for the librarian look. Prim
and proper in the library and a wild tigress in the