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afternoon. I have this press gig with the guys. Hate
this kind of thing. I was hoping you could come with and make it more
enjoyable.”
    I paused for a moment, forcing my scream
of joy into a silent whistle. Aimee’s eyes from across the room were like
saucers. “Yeah, I think I can make it,” I said casually once I’d regained my
composure.
    I strolled into the Minetta Tavern a
couple of hours later, now dolled up in my skinniest black jeans and a loose
black sleeveless top with a cute pink pocket. Felicia, who was home when we
raced in, talked me into wearing a black fedora and applying some smoky eye
shadow. When I looked at myself in the mirror I wasn’t sure who as looking
back.
    The tavern was a huge cavernous space
with smoky mirrors, a tin ceiling, retro chandeliers, and a classic black and
white tiled floor. Tables covered in white cloth were crowded around the
massive room. I immediately spotted Liam on one of the red leather banquettes
in the corner surrounded by his equally jaw-dropping band mates. I squeezed
through the tables but he still didn’t recognize me.
    “Whoa Shayla,” he said, recognition
finally flooding his face. “You look awesome! Great hat.”
    I blushed. His band mates said nothing.
They simply looked up from their smartphones and stared at me blankly.
    “Hey guys,” I said awkwardly. They nodded
and went back to playing with their phones.
    But Liam jumped up and gathered me into a
warm hug. My body instantly relaxed in his embrace. He smelled wonderfully
musky again, like sandalwood, cloves, and, how else could I say it, sex. It was
a scent I was raring to bottle and sell. I bet I could make millions.
    He pulled away, his muscular arms still
holding me. He was wearing simple dark ripped jeans and a tight white shirt
with his usual chains. His face was covered in stubble but his hair was freshly
washed and it spilled over his shoulders, gleaming subtly in the low light. His
intense green eyes searched mine. I was over the moon to realize that he was
happy to see me. How could this be possible ? My brain yelled at me. You
were certain he’d never call.
    And yet there I was, sitting next to him
on a red leather banquette. Chatter filled the room as New York’s trendiest
dined on steaks and seafood in the posh but still informal space.
    “How are you feeling?” Liam asked, his
arm curling around me behind me. My whole back started to tingle.
    “Not too bad. Aimee and I did the diner
thing this morning and that brought us back to life. Plus, we made a pit stop
at Magnolia.” I shrugged guiltily. “It’s getting to be a bit of a bad habit.”
    “Yeah I noticed your tat.” He gently
traced the outline with his finger. “Really nice. Well, if you like diners
you’ll get a kick out of this place. Though it’s a bit too fancy for me. Same
stuff as a regular diner but three times the price. Anyway, order whatever you
like. The reporter will pick up the tab.”
    After my artery-destroying morning, I was
almost ready for a green salad and giant smoothie but one look at the menu
confirmed that that wasn’t going to be possible.
    “Who’s the interviewer?” I asked, tearing
my eyes away from the eye-popping prices.
    “Guy from New York magazine.” He
took a deep breath. “I really hate these things. I know I gotta do them, but
man I hate answering their questions. That’s why I asked you here, to keep me
on the level. Like I told you, you’re a good influence.”
    I blushed. His thigh kept brushing
against me. It wasn’t hot in the room but I felt like I was melting. I looked
up to see the lead singer, a big muscular guy with piercing blue eyes, staring
at me curiously. And it wasn’t exactly in a flattering way—he was looking
at me like you might look at a weird-looking animal in the zoo. I looked back
down at the menu, confused.
    Liam must have picked up on my
discomfort. “Hey man, you never seen a beautiful woman before?” he said
jokingly, though there was a definite