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my palm as I freed it from my pocket. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to slip the band on my finger. “Do you think you can keep it safe for me?”
    “With Mandy the klepto next door? Hell to the no.”
    “Please. It’s better off here than on a tour bus.”
    My sister frowned. “I feel like there is more to the story here.”
    “Marco spent his entire life savings on this ring and I would be beside myself if anything happened to it.”
    “Beside yourself, huh?”
    “Yes,” I said pointedly.
    “My bullshit meter is ringing off the hook so loudly it’s hurting my ears.”
    “You should have been a drama major.”
    “I would have been a wonderful actress. You, on the other hand, suck at hiding your emotions.”
    Crumbling underneath her steady persistence, I sighed. “It’s just a case of pre-wedding jitters. Everyone gets them.”
    “True, but you can still wear your ring on the road, unless…” She smirked. “Unless you want to appear available and live up your last two months as a single lady.”
    “I don’t cheat; it’s part of my moral code.”
    “It wouldn’t be cheating. You aren’t in the same zip code as Marco anymore and you haven’t said your vows yet.”
    “Betrayal is betrayal no matter how you justify it.”
    “Yea but I mean, come on…” Jane hopped off the bed and grabbed the latest edition of Cosmo. Flipping to the middle, she splayed the magazine in front of me. A flush snaked up my neck at the image of Matthew Lee flanked by his bandmates, every single one of them naked and hiding their junk behind their chosen instruments. “They are prime hunks of man meat.”
    “Jesus,” I said breathily.
    “Frankly, I’m partial to the lead singer, Matthew. He is yummylicious.”
    I hardly noticed anyone else besides Sean. His well-defined arms were holding a snare drum while he stared into the camera with a devious grin that would make any woman get down on her knees. My throat suddenly went dry.
    “If I had a take wild guess though, your type is the drummer,” Jane deducted.
    Caught red handed, my eyes snapped up to hers as she flashed me a smug grin. “You’re wrong.” Swiping the magazine to the floor, I slid on my engagement ring as if it was a chastity belt.
    Jane’s voice softened. “It’s okay for you to be attracted to another man besides Marco. It isn’t the end of the world.”
    “He is off limits to the highest degree. Not only is he my subject for my latest documentary, he is also a rock star and recently divorced. Oh yea, and I’M GETTING MARRIED.”
    “You’re sharing a tour bus with him. It might be hard to maintain your distance.”
    Jane echoed the fear that had been in the forefront of my mind since Sean and I had met less than a few hours ago. He didn’t have the kind of presence you could ignore; it was electric, like one of those mosquito traps that lured bugs to their death.
    “It will be fine,” I said with more convection than I felt. “I just have to focus on what’s important: my job and my upcoming marriage.”
    “Which is currently giving you heart palpitations.”
    “Come on, is this really out of the ordinary for me? Commitment has always made me want to run.”
    “Not always,” she pointed out. “Before mom’s death you were set on a house, two kids, and a three-car garage with your high school sweetheart Chad.”
    “Chad is on his second marriage at only twenty-six years old. I dodged a bullet.” Gathering my bare essentials along with a towel, I headed toward the adjacent bathroom, unwilling to open the door into the past. I had closed it shut for a reason. “I’m going to take a shower and then let’s grab dessert at Hot Cakes.”
    “I have a test to study for.”
    “You can study tomorrow. Come on. We both need a hit of chocolaty bliss and a glass of red wine.”
    Jane smiled. “All right, sure, sounds good. Do you still want me to hold on to your ring?”
    “Only because my stress levels will be lower if you