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getting into, and so did he. But because of that, he knew better than to expect shallow relationships to last.
    When he did fall in love for real, the whole thing would be different.
    If the girl in yellow was part of the tour, he should learn from his mistakes and stay away. But when she flipped her dark hair, his feet—and other organs—overtook his brain.
    “Hey there.” It was almost too adorable how she blinked and choked on a cough the second she noticed him standing in front of her.
    “Miles. Hi —” She was still coughing. He must have genuinely caught her off guard. He’d grown used to girls falling tongue-tied or bursting into wails, but he’d never caused one to go into respiratory arrest.
    “You okay?” he asked, tilting his face to her level, which didn’t take much. She was nice and tall.
    “Yeah,” she said after another throat clear. “Fine. How…are you?”
    “I’m awesome.” He smiled at the way her cheeks turned pink, but then he couldn’t take his eyes off her face, her irresistible mouth, her big brown eyes that were browner than dark chocolate. It was probably a mistake to chat her up, but wasn’t he allowed to be polite to members of the crew? “So, you’re in the show, right?”
    She blinked. “What?”
    “You’re part of the tour. Sorry, I’ve seen you at rehearsal but don’t think we’ve actually met.”
    The girl stared at him for a long moment, then her lips peeled apart. She was wearing shiny red lip gloss, and Miles fixated on that, wondering what flavor it was. If he was as heartthrobby as J-14 claimed, he’d have known the flavor by now.
    “Miles, um… Don’t you…?” She trailed off, her long fingers tucking hair behind one ear. “Uh, yeah, I’m on the tour.”
    He grinned. “Excellent.” He was about to go on when her phone beeped. A cute little worry notch appeared between her eyes.
    “I have to take this.” She displayed her cell. “But maybe I’ll see you around.” The smile she gave him stole his breath, but before he could say another word, she pushed off the wall and walked away.
    Huh. That was a first. Not that he really was a raging player, used to getting any girl he wanted, but he’d never had one actually walk out on him.
    Before he could decide if he should go after her, someone called his name, and his attention was pulled to the other end of the conference room. He felt a huge smile bust out on his face as he broke into a run. One more reason this summer was going to be completely kickass: his best mate in the whole damn world was coming, too.
    “Nick!” He hugged his buddy, and not the two-fisted guy hug he did with everyone else. No, he hugged Nick like he meant it, because he did. If he hadn’t met Nick Bingham five years ago, Miles knew he would not be where he was today. Nick had literally saved his life.
    “You made it.” He gave his buddy a shove. “Big college man.”
    Nick cackled, a sound Miles remembered from the first day they’d met when he was twelve years old. “And don’t you forget it.”
    “I never do.”
    “But dude, what’s the deal?” Nick said. “I don’t see any cameras. Aren’t you famous or something?”
    “Packing up. We just finished a press conference.”
    “Badass.” Nick lifted his eyebrows in mock fascination. “Where do I get in line for an autograph? Will you sign across my tramp stamp?”
    “Suck it, dude.” Man, it was great seeing Nick. This was exactly what Miles needed this summer. For a second, he’d started getting that “I’m a serious celebrity” feeling when he’d been chatting up the hot girl in yellow. Having Nick around would definitely keep his ego out of the stratosphere.
    “I met a couple of the roadies,” Nick said, “and Lester Pearl. That wasn’t intimidating or anything.”
    “You’re working with our manager?”
    “The roadies at first, then the production crew in a few weeks. Man, my schedule kinda blows.”
    “Welcome to my world. Oh, he goes by