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a gentle pat to her hand, Kaid looked up at her and said, “Baby girl, I hate to say it, but I think there is something you have to deal with before you can move past your writing block.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Rook.”
    With the mention of Rook’s name, Maisy’s stomach flipped upside down and a light sheen of sweat started to coat her skin. Even though the man ripped her heart out, stomped on it, and left it bleeding in the parking lot where their buses were parked, she still reacted at hearing his name…because he was the one for her, the one man who could make or break her, and he took the opportunity to break her.  
    “I’m not going there,” Maisy said, while shutting her notebook and leaning back on the couch. “I can’t go there, Kaid.”
    “Maybe you have to, baby girl. You have to close that door.”
    “I have closed it; I’m with Cole now.”
    “But, are you?” Kaid asked. “I know you’re physically there with him, but mentally, are you really there? Because I see the way you are with him, and I remember the way you were with Rook…they’re not the same, they’re not even comparable.”
    “That’s because Rook owned me,” Maisy practically shouted. “He consumed every inch of my body and owned me, Kaid. I can’t just get over that.”
    Nodding his head, Kaid agreed and pulled her into a hug. “I know and that’s what I’m saying. You need to find closure with that relationship. You need to find your peace.”
    “So, what are you suggesting?” Maisy asked, not really knowing where Kaid was going with this.  
    “I’m saying you need to have a conversation with him.”
    Pulling away from Kaid’s embrace, Maisy laughed and shook her head. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to go have a conversation with Rook. There is no way I would ever do that.”
    For one, she didn’t ever want to see him again, and secondly, she knew deep down in her soul that if she saw him, she would be tempted to kiss him, to hold him, to ask him what the hell he was thinking, but she didn’t want to give him that chance; he didn’t deserve it.
    “I’m not strong enough to do something like that,” Maisy admitted.  
    “You’re stronger than you think you are, baby girl.”
    Could she really talk to Rook? No, no way. She could never do it.
    “Why are you so adamant about me talking to him anyway? I thought you didn’t like him. I thought if you ever saw him again you would literally kill him. You were the one beating the shit out of him on the bus, telling him to never come near me again.”
    Maisy remembered that day vividly, when Kaid found out what happened between her and Rook, he lost every ounce of self-control and went after Rook. The odd thing was, Rook didn’t even put up a fight; he didn’t even flinch. He just let Kaid attack him. He let Kaid take all his anger and frustration out on him. It wasn’t until Cruz showed up that Kaid was dragged off of Rook, and then that was the end of the tour.  
    Kaid was about to answer Maisy’s question when the door to the studio opened and Landon walked in, looking around. The minute he spotted Kaid, his face lit up and he practically ran over to him, just as Kaid got off the couch and flung himself at Landon. The two embraced and exchanged obnoxious hellos. Their little bro-mance was put on hiatus once the tour ended, leaving them to go their separate ways. From the look in their eyes, Maisy could tell they really missed each other.  
    “Holy shit, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Landon said, as he pulled away, and then saw Maisy. Kindly, he went over to her and gave her a hug. “What are you guys up to?”
    “Writing for the new album,” Kaid answered, while putting his hands in his pockets.  
    “New album? That’s awesome, you guys. I always knew you would do amazing. Didn’t you just come off of tour?”
    “Yeah, with Meyer’s Men,” Kaid said.  
    Landon nodded, and then said to Maisy, “Oh,