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something more, a sixth sense I had about him. I barely knew him, but something inside me knew I could trust him.
    “You know what,” he broke the silence, “This is weird. I’ll go.”
    “I’m not sorry.” I pulled off my gloves and tossed them on the counter beside the flowers. “I’m not sorry that you’re clearly stalking me.”
    His dimples winked as he laughed. “Stalking you?”
    “Mmhm,” I nodded, tracing my bottom lip with my finger coyly. Coy? I wasn’t coy. Mia Kent was the aggressor. Ever other fuckable guy who found himself in my apartment would already be naked by now. But Liam made me want to take my time. Savor every flirt. Every wink. Every breath.
    “It’s cool.” I paused, remembering something Sol said. “But we should even the field.”
    His eyes registered interest. “How so?”
    “You know where I live, and the only thing I know about you is that your name is Liam and you have a mean right hook.”
    He smirked, then nodded at the stool beside me. “May I?”
    “Be my guest.”
    He dropped onto the seat and popped his neck like he was about to step into the ring.
    “Well, I’m formerly employed by Cole Productions. Worked for a tyrant for two and a half months. Before that, I worked as a waiter, a pool boy, and was this close—” He held his pointer and thumb millimeters from each other. “To becoming an escort.”
    I arched my brow. “Now that sounds like a good story.”
    His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Play your cards right, and I might tell it to you some day.”
    I almost made a crack, but thought better of it when the light went out of his eyes, replaced by a darkness that only fame could create. Fame was a fickle bitch. People came to her with stars in their eyes, and for the precious few that felt her glow it was heaven unless their light was snuffed out. Those that never brushed success with their fingertips could go home and say at least they tried. Those that had it and felt it slip between their fingers were left with a hole no one, and nothing, could fill.
    “You ever heard of Bitter Revenge?” He didn’t wait for the likely no, humming a few notes. “And I won’t lie, even though I tried to stick around and change your mind.” He closed his eyes and crooned in smoky beauty. “Our love was destined for goodbye–”
    “Goodbye, byes,” I finished, my soprano voice finding the harmony.
    His eyes fluttered open in surprise, and pain flickered across his handsome face before he stomped it out. “That was our big single. ‘Goodbyes’. They wore that track out.” He dropped a bitter chuckle, the notes of it jagged and cold. “Too bad they weren’t interested in anything else of ours.”
    I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling guilty for bringing it up at all. “I know I loved that song,” I said after a moment. “Your voice was so haunting. Raw.”
    “Thanks,” he said with a weak smile. He scrubbed his hands over his face. “We went from being asked on tours, interviews, commercials to—” he stopped. “Well, you know how the story ends.”
    I nudged him with my knee and waited until he looked up at me to speak. “Who says your story is over?”
    He regarded me with understandable skepticism. “No one’s beating down my door, and I doubt Sol was making an empty threat about making my life hell.” He leaned back, his eyes distant. “I’m sure the last thing you want to hear are my songs about sorrow and regret.”
    I offered him a wry smile, the truth hanging in the awkward silence. I could sit there and listen to him talk about anything. Or just sit and watch him. With everyone screaming and scrambling for a piece of me, talking about what would happen with my career and if my addictions cost me said career, and then my mom, Jenna...I would rather stay where I was with this dark, beautiful stranger and listen to the whisper in the back of my mind. A hope that maybe I could have something normal. Something more than a fleeting tryst to