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I know you're not here for Banks Forest. Fly across the pond just to catch our set?"
    What an egomaniac. "Hate to disappoint you, but I'm actually here to photograph Banks for Music Maker . The magazine just brought me on staff and they're doing a special issue about the band."
    With a slow shake of his head, he picked up his beer. "Those boys have the most unbelievable luck. Flavor of the month, that's what they are. It won't last. Not everyone can be a career musician."
    Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Christopher strolling into the bar. He was impossible to miss, a good head taller than most men. He scanned the room and spotted me. We waved at each other, but he quickly saw Ridley and his mouth formed a thin line. Nigel and Terence walked up behind him and he was momentarily distracted. Graham and their tour manager, Reggie, brought up the rear.
    My heart wasn't at all settled on a pace so it just did an odd jumpy thing in my chest. Graham looked so good, and that wasn't even under careful observation since I'd only stolen a few glances. He was wearing the smirk, the one that said he had a lot on his mind. It always made me want to climb into his lap and inside his head, just so I could see the world the way he did. Even if I forgot the cerebral things that attracted me to Graham and chose to simply take in the physical, I was a goner just from being in the same room with his board-straight shoulders.
    He looked too good. That was all there was to it. He looked good enough to make me want to beg him to take me back and pretend the last ten months had never happened, except that was the last thing I was about to do. I'd cried plenty of tears for Graham and I'd made peace with it. It was time to show him that I'd moved on. I had a job to do and one thing I'd learned since our breakup was that living in the past and giving into old weaknesses was a rotten idea.
    "Let me out," I said pushing my hip into Ridley.
    He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the Banks guys. "Oh no. You're not going to actually talk to him, are you? You're too good for him." He didn't budge. "You're safer here with me."
    "Ridley, I'm serious. Let me out." I needed to bite the bullet, be the grown up and talk to Graham.
    Christopher approached our table. His green eyes were clearly hypnotizing Gigi, whose mouth was hanging open as if she wanted to catch flies. "Angie, it's bloody great to see you." He cast his sights at Ridley, who'd taken it upon himself to be the human barrier protecting me from the world. "Hello, Rid. Do you mind getting up so I can give Angie a proper greeting?"
    Ridley grumbled, but got up and sat next to Gigi.
    I hopped out of my seat and let Chris rein me in for a hug. My head settled against his chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
    "I've missed you, Ang."
    I stepped back and peered up at him. "I've missed you, too. I've missed all of the guys."
    "Really? All of us?"
    It took a lot of effort to keep from spewing out my feelings on that subject, or at least my old feelings about it. If anyone would eagerly listen to complaints about Graham, it was Chris. But I was over it. I was over him. Really. I was. "Yes. All of you." I grabbed his arm, hoping to convey how serious I was. "I'm fine. I've put everything with Graham in the past and I'm ready to work and spend some time with you lot."
    His vision swept across my face. "Wow. You're being so sensible about all of it."
    Christopher's words bolstered my confidence. If he believed it, it had to be true. "Thank you. It's taken a lot of time, but I've come to terms with it. Some people simply aren't mean to be together."
    "Yeah, about that." He glanced over at Graham who was deep in conversation with Reggie, which seemed like an avoidance tactic from Graham more than anything. "I'm not sure he's over you."
    "What?" I shook my head my mind racing. Not over me? That was impossible. The guy had a million girls at his beck and call. In fact, I was shocked he