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game. You
wait by the front desk."
    Too soon, she spied
Zander cutting across the parking lot. He met her gaze through the glass front
door and quickened his pace. Leather jacket, dark jeans, black shirt, he caught
the attention of every person in the room.
    She ignored the urge to
straighten her shirt or touch her hair. "Thank you for coming."
    His gaze roamed her from
head to toe. "This is much better than how I was spending my
evening."
    "What were you
doing?"
    "Hanging out with
Shredder."
    "Shredder?"
    "My dog. You'll meet
him soon." He glanced around the room. "I haven't been in a place
like this in years. Looks just like the one I hung out in. Actually, this isn't
all that far from where I grew up."
    She knew his story from
Irisa. His family had emigrated from the Ukraine when he and Irisa were little
kids. They hadn't had much money. In this space, he didn't look like a big-time
rock star, just a regular guy. "Dalton's playing basketball. We didn't
tell him you were coming." She led the way.
    After introducing Zander
to Kate, she pointed out Dalton.
    Zander nodded and waited
for a break in play. Then he walked over and tapped Dalton's shoulder.
"Got a minute?"
    The teen whirled around.
His eyes grew rounder and rounder. "You're…you're…"
    "Zander
Rostov." Grinning, he extended his hand. "And you're Dalton,
right?"
    "Yeah. How are you
actually here? Is this for real?" He slowly raised his hand to shake
Zander's when the rocker pulled him in for a quick, back-slapping hug.
    Zander handed Dalton a
new concert t-shirt. "I hear you play the guitar."
    Jayne relaxed against the
wall and watched as Dalton bloomed into full animation as he discussed music
with his idol.
    After several minutes,
Dalton led Zander into the music room and Jayne followed to spy from a
distance. Dalton showed Zander the guitar he'd been using. "I've been
playing for two years. I'm trying to learn your solo in "My Fist, Your
Face"."
    "Show me what you've
got." Zander stood back and observed, then gave pointers. They worked
together for a while, far longer than she'd expected.
    Dalton beamed. "This
is great. Unreal. I can't believe you're teaching me how to play your
song."
    "You're doing a good
job. Keep it up."
    "I'll try. I'll be
doing it on my own, though. My teacher quit this week."
    Jayne cleared her throat,
drawing the attention of both males. "Kate's already posted a notice. I'm
sure we'll have a new volunteer soon."
    A frown marred Zander's
forehead. Worry that he'd think she was trying to coerce him into working with
Dalton tightened her stomach. He cocked his head to the side and studied the
guitar in Dalton's hands. "You know, some of the best guitarists are
self-taught."
    "Were you
self-taught?" Hero-worship shined in Dalton's eyes.
    "Some, but I also
had a teacher, one of the best. He passed away a few years ago." Zander
crouched beside his chair. "Maybe we can get together here sometimes to
jam."
    "Really? You'd do
that?"
    "Sure, man. You have
a natural talent and a good ear. I can't have you not playing."
    Dalton's chest puffed up.
He swung his gaze to Jayne. "Wow. Did you hear that?"
    "That's incredibly
generous." She let her gaze roam over Zander. Calm features, relaxed
stance, no signs of resentment.
    He winked at her and then
turned back to Dalton. "We're doing a show at The Caboose on Saturday.
Want to come? You can hang around and help my guitar tech. Chad's a good guy.
He'd get a kick out of having you there."
    "Yeah. That would be
awesome."
    Shaking her head, Jayne
moved toward them. "I know some shows there are eighteen-and-over, but
he's only sixteen." When Dalton winced at her words, she smiled through a
stab of sympathy. Embarrassing him hadn't been her intention. But if he arrived
and they wouldn't let him in…
    Zander waved away her
concern. "I've known Jake, the owner, for years. He'll be fine with it
because Dalton will be with us. Just get permission from your parents."
    "All they do is
fight with each other. They