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to admit today was looking much better than yesterday. Admiring him kept her mind off the Foundation’s endless problems, and now she had one volunteer to help around the center for the next month. But most importantly, she had a temporary tenant, which translated into additional income for her broke ass, and as long as he kept to himself and didn’t have any crazy parties, she’d be happy. Those three things would go a long way toward maintaining her sanity until she could retreat to her parents’ ranch for two weeks and re-evaluate her plans for the future.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Alec opened the door to Violet’s basement apartment, pausing at the entrance to take in the space. Though clean and uncluttered, the space wasn’t up to the standards of his new life—the life of luxury and excess he had lived since Chasing Ruin exploded onto the music scene. He didn’t mind, though. It definitely beat the crap he lived in after he left Montana and his childhood home, where it was a daily occurrence for him to trip over empty liquor bottles and drug paraphernalia.
    The apartment consisted of one large room that included a small kitchen with a single wall of cabinets, a small circular kitchen table, a double bed pushed in the corner, and an old tan sofa with a low coffee table.
    He tossed his overnight bag on the bed and texted his manager the address of his temporary apartment. He needed more clothes if he actually intended to spend the entire month here. Two pairs of jeans and two t-shirts wouldn’t cut it, particularly when the apartment clearly didn’t include a washing machine, unless it was tucked into one of the closets or the bathroom.
    His phone rang. Marcus. Well, about time. Nobody had heard from him since he stepped off the tour bus a month ago. He wasn’t worried. Disappearing was Marcus’ thing. He’d been doing it since he met him years ago. The one time he bothered to ask Marcus where he went, Marcus responded with stone cold silence. He hadn’t asked him since. He had secrets too and he understood the rules.
    “Hey,” Alec said.
    “Hey. Where are you? I’ve been calling you for two days.”
    “On vacation.”
    Marcus chuckled. “No really. Where are you?”
    Alec blew out a long exaggerated breath. “In Montana taking care of some shit.”
    “Your mom?”
    “Haven’t seen her. I plan to keep it that way.” He didn’t expect Marcus to comment or pry. That was one of the things he liked about Marcus. Even though Marcus acted carefree, Alec knew he had as many dark and fucked up secrets as him. As different as they looked on the outside, on the inside they were a mirror reflection of each other.
    “I had some shit come up. I don’t know if I can make it back in time for the recording session in a month.”
    “Hm…I talked to Rick this morning and I don’t think that’s going to fly.”
    “Oh, come on. If you say you can’t make it back in time too, they’ll have no choice but to agree.”
    “I don’t know.” Alec sat down on the low tan sofa, stretching his legs out diagonally in front of him to avoid the coffee table.
    “Look, I never ask for favors and right now I need one. I’m living in a nightmare and I can’t walk away until I sort this shit out.” Marcus’ voice was low and pleading and deathly serious. Marcus was never serious and that alone persuaded Alec to agree.
    “I’ll do my best.” Alec replied, pulling the purple pen out of his back pocket along with the hopelessly crumpled volunteer application. He didn’t really have much to put on his application except being a drummer in various bands over the last ten years, but somehow he suspected Little Violet wouldn’t care too much as long as his references checked out, and they would because Rick would make sure of it.
    “Thanks, man. Call me if you hear anything.”
    Alec hung up his phone and tossed it on the coffee table. After driving for two days straight and sleeping in his