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gentle.”
    “As good as you remember?” She raised a brow.
    I groaned. “I don’t know. This was different.”
    “Okay.” She got up and dropped her wrapper in the trash can. “The million-dollar question…did you kiss him back?”
    I crossed my arms, my smile fading away. “Not on purpose.” She raised a brow, and I rolled my eyes. “He surprised me, that’s all.”
    “Oh my God, you did kiss him back.” Madison sat down, her expression sobering. “All jokes aside, Vivi…don’t let him reel you back in. You’re supposed to be over him, moving on with your life.”
    I nodded. “Yeah, I know. I told him how shitty he’d been to me. I said I hated him.”
    My words hung in the void. She took my hand, squeezing it. “You have to care about someone in order to hate them. Be really careful. Love and hate aren’t as far apart as you think.”
    Madison hid behind her blond hair and bubbly smile, but inside, she was one of the wisest people I knew.
    “It doesn’t matter now. I’ll never see him again. I found a lead on the company Damian Severino works for. I’m chasing it down. I’ll tell Rolling Stone that I got to meet with him.” I shrugged. “It’s more than anyone else has gotten so far. I could mention he was evasive and quiet. With his reputation for being reclusive, they won’t be surprised.”
    “What if that’s not enough? I thought covering music was your passion.”
    “Music is my passion, but investigative journalism has always been my dream. And if I can chase down this story, it could be a big step in that direction.”
    She smiled and stood. “I’m behind you one hundred percent.” She grabbed her purse. “Keep me posted on the story, and maybe we can get a drink after work.”
    “Sounds great. Thanks, Madison.”
    She closed the door, the confident clicking of her shoes on the cement fading and leaving me surrounded by silence. I finished my cereal and rinsed the bowl. As I headed for my computer, a voice interrupted me. A voice and a guitar.
    Best friends,
    Never alone.
    Best friends,
    Not on your own.
    I knew the words. I helped write them a lifetime ago. But they couldn’t be coming from just outside the house.
    I peered out the kitchen window, frowning. Logan. He was wearing a plain blue T-shirt, camouflage cargo pants with his just-past-his shoulders length hair tied back. Did he always have to look so amazing?
    Finally my brain engaged. How did he figure out where I lived?
    Luke.
    A car slowed on the street. It turned around and pulled over. Logan didn’t even acknowledge it. His focus was all on me.
    Friends forever,
    Like thunder and lightning,
    Like wind and like rain.
    Wherever you go
    Just call me I’ll come,
    Did he honestly think he could sing me a song we wrote together and I’d forgive him? I grumbled. Outside, one of the neighbors stood in her driveway. Heat rose in my cheeks. He was causing a scene. If I had changed out of my “writer attire” I could’ve run out and chased him away, but cell phone cameras were already out there. The last thing I needed was to end up on the gossip sites as Logan’s frumpy mystery lady.
    And if you stumble, if you fall,
    I’ll be here to carry you home.
    I groaned and went to the door, cracking it open. “Are you nuts?”
    He stopped strumming his guitar and shrugged. “Probably.”
    Another car pulled over.
    “Go home, Logan,” I snapped.
    He finally broke eye contact, scanning the cars, and then smiled back at me. “I’m blocked in.”
    Oh shit. He was. I sighed, “Fine. Get in here before we’re both on TMZ.”
    Logan hustled inside without looking back. I closed the door and turned the deadbolt. He was already lifting the guitar over his head and laying it on the kitchen table.
    “Don’t get comfortable. Once those people lose interest, you’re leaving.”
    He pulled out a chair, turned it around, and straddled it. “Did you recognize the song?”
    I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not