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wasn't sure she'd speak to me, let alone allow me to spend any time with her. And now I was going to get three days with her? Talk about luck—every complaint I'd had rummaging in my head had gone ass over tit. I couldn't wait to get to Philadelphia. Hell, if Angie were with us, I'd stay on the road forever.
    Chris looked down his nose at me, arching his eyebrow. "This is an interesting turn of events."
    "Oh no, man. This is more than that. This is fate." I sat up straighter in my seat, the blood running through my veins as if I'd just run ten kilometers. Was this the universe speaking to me? If so, this could very well be my only chance. That scared the piss out of me, but I didn’t have a choice. It was time to show Angie that as hard as I’d tried to get over her, I hadn’t managed at all. I was still hopelessly in love with the sweet, determined girl who’d wormed her way into my heart. Time to man up. Time to get my act together and sweep her off her feet.
    "Careful there, Graham," Reggie said. "I'm sure you still care about Angie, but this is business and I need you to be professional about it."
    "She's also one of my oldest, dearest friends, Reg. Of course it's business, but there's no way to avoid the personal stuff. It's going to work its way into the conversation."
    Reggie blew out a breath. If anyone was looking forward to the coming break back at home, however short, it had to be Reggie. He'd had enough of us. "Just be a gentleman, okay? Now who's doing the radio interview?"
    "I'll do it" I said, bracing for the fallout.
    Chris snickered. "Taking one for the team, then, are you?"
    Lovely Angie. I get to see her. Goose bumps crept along my arms at the prospect of what the next few days held."I'm nothing if not a team player."

Chapter Three
    A ngie
    The only easy thing about my break-up with Graham had been the timing—two days before Banks Forest left for their current world tour. I'd never had to endure an awkward run-in with him at a pub or a party, never had to have that fake, "How are you?" talk on a street corner. Tonight, I had a feeling the universe was about to get even with me.
    The break-up had happened so fast, prompted by the awful feeling jealousy plants in your stomach. What else was I supposed to do when I actually saw him snogging another girl? He'd had one arm wrapped around her and one hand up her shirt, her hands grabbing his damn ass…he'd been so oblivious to the rest of the world, even to me muttering his name repeatedly.
    Screaming it had been the only way to get his attention and I was not a screamer. At all. I'd panicked as soon as he looked at me, half out of shock at what I'd done and the rest at the reality of facing him. At that moment, I couldn't hear the excuses, the explanations, or the apologies. I'd known exactly where they led—to me being the dim-witted girlfriend of a cheating rock star, the girl who naively believes a guy like that can remain faithful once he'd strayed. And so I'd done the only thing I could think to do. I ran—as fast as I could, out of the backstage dressing room, out of the theater, and right into the rain. How I hated rain.
    Whenever my mind wandered back to that night, the betrayal was so vivid it was as if I was living inside a bad horror movie. It had once threatened to eat me alive, even when none of my girlfriends had been surprised that it'd happened. Boys will be boys. What did you expect? He's in a band.
    The thing was, I'd trusted Graham when it came to other girls, even when it became crystal clear that female companionship was available any time any of them wanted it, day or night. I'd even trusted him after I'd heard Nigel say to Terence, "A guy can only say ‘no’ so many times." Graham had never seemed like the cheating type. Not until I actually had to witness it for myself.
    Gigi and I walked into the bar at the Liberty Hotel, which was acting as festival headquarters. Everyone who was anyone was staying here—talent, media, and