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textbook at her and waited for the next opportunity to use big words. She
doubted any of them had ever seen a pipe or a needle, or been wasted beyond the
annual fancy wine binge on New Years Eve. “Okay, you’re in a band. So?”
    Tex lowered his arms. “We do rock covers, mostly nineties
and modern. Bush, Seether, Three Doors Down, stuff like that. Play bars, a few
festivals. We occasionally get paid. And a couple weeks ago, we…lost our
singer.”
    She understood instantly what he was going to ask. A tangle
of emotions clogged her gut, rose to her throat, and she pushed them
desperately down. Too much to sort out right now. Jokes were safer. “How’d you
manage that, check him through airport luggage?”
    “Actually, he joined the Peace Corps.” A half-smile played
on his lips. “Said the next time he sang, he’d be on a riverboat in Brazil.”
    “Nice.”
    “Something like that. Only he left us hanging, because we’ve
got gigs booked for the next two weekends and more to come.” He stepped toward
her and stopped. “I think you know where I’m going with this. Correct me if I’m
wrong.”
    Logan sat down hard on the bed. “Yeah,” she whispered.
    “Don’t feel like you have to agree.” He ran a hand through
his hair and glanced at the ceiling. “We know a bunch of other local bands and
we can borrow a singer. Most of ‘em would be glad to pick up a few extra bucks,
a little more exposure. But we do want somebody permanent. And if you’re
interested, we’d love to have you try out.”
    She cast a slanted grin. “You mean I’m not automatically
in?”
    “It’d be a formality.”
    “I don’t know, Tex. This is…” She laced her fingers together
and squeezed. “I already quit. A long time ago.”
    He moved in front of her, waited until she looked up and
covered her hands with his. “You can’t quit something you never tried,” he said
gently. “Look, if you decide not to, I’ll understand. This changes nothing
between us. But I hope you’ll consider it. You’ve got pipes, Frost. You just
never had the chance to show them off.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “Heard you in the shower.”
    “Creeper.” She bumped his hand, not hard enough to knock it
away. “I’ll think about it, okay? Best I can do for now.”
    He grinned. “Deal.”
    She maneuvered the conversation back to mundane things—job
interviews, shopping trips, mandatory outpatient meetings. Being out of rehab
was just the beginning of a long slog toward the possibility of recovery. Her
life wouldn’t be stable for years. The idea of singing even
semi-professionally, once a driving force, now seemed about as likely as her
being elected President tomorrow.
    At least she could be happy about one thing. For the moment,
Fred had nothing to say. But she’d almost prefer his taunting and prodding to
the conversation she’d have to have when Tex left, one that would only get
harder the longer she put it off.
    She had to call home.
    * * * * *
    Tex had offered to sleep on the couch tonight so she
wouldn’t be alone. Logan had almost agreed, but he couldn’t stay forever. She
had to get used to this sometime. Might as well be now. Besides, she really
didn’t want him to hear what was bound to be a very unpleasant exchange of
words between her and her sister.
    The last time she’d seen Angie, her sister had tried to kill
her. Like father, like daughter.
    She sat at the kitchen table, phone in hand, trying to
figure out what she’d say. There was the humorous approach—hey, sis, I’m not
asking for money this time, aren’t you glad to hear from me? She could be
serious. Hi, Angie, just calling to tell you that I forgive you for being an
utter bitch, because I need the closure for my therapy.
    Or she could say what she really wanted to. I’m not high any
more, so now will you believe me about Dad?
    Yeah, that probably wasn’t going to come out. She could do
without the screaming.
    Angie’s number was in the