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Ignoring the skimpy, shiny outfits her stylist had laid out for her to wear onstage, clothes designed to dance in and provoke, she moved off her chair, picked up her guitar, and turned to face herself in the mirror.
The woman who stared back didn’t look like a pop star in full makeup and shimmering skin-tight silk and Spandex. For the first time ever, Nico looked like Nicola, a young, pretty, twenty-something girl in a jean skirt and T-shirt who had written some songs she wanted to play for people.
Finally, Nicola was able to find a small smile.
Sink or swim, tonight was the night she’d take that first step toward her new future.
And even though she wouldn’t have Marcus by her side, at least she’d always know she had him to thank for helping to give her a push in the right direction.
He didn’t love her, but he’d always been clear about respecting her.
Tonight, she’d respect herself, too.
Holding her guitar to her body as if it were a lover—knowing it was the only lover she would have for a long time to come—Nicola stepped out into the hallway and went to find her band leader to discuss the change of plans.
* * *
Just hours ago, Marcus had told his sister that he couldn’t come to Nicola’s concert with her, that he had plans for the night that couldn’t be broken. The last thing in the world he needed was to sit beside Lori watching Nicola on stage.
He’d planned on going back to his winery in Napa, back to his normal life where sweet, sexy pop stars had nothing to do with his world unless they walked into his winery with an entourage and demanded a personal tour. He had just passed the Welcome to Napa Valley sign that greeted visitors to the world-famous region, when he made an abrupt U-turn and drove the 100 miles back to the city as fast as Saturday night traffic would let him.
He simply couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t possibly resist the chance to be in the same room as Nicola for a few more hours.
And so, not only had he flat-out lied to one of his siblings, but despite his story about being too busy to attend the concert, here he was standing outside the Warfield in San Francisco staring up at a sign that said, SPECIAL GUEST FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY: NICO!
In his car at the beach, his pride had told him he was better off without her, that he needed to end things before she could end them later and break his heart.
Forget his pride.
Because the memory of the way she’d gotten out of his car in front of the venue that afternoon had haunted him every second since.
“It was nice meeting you,” was what she’d said.
What the hell was he supposed to say to that? That it was nice to have met her, too, like they were nothing more than a couple of business colleagues?
Even though he should have been gentle with her, even though his only goal should have been to try to get her to listen to his apologies, he’d growled her name, instead.
Her eyes had flicked over him for a brief second, before she’d pulled out her cell phone and alerted her crew that she was out front. Moments later, she was disappearing through the doors, which were locked behind her to keep not only her fans from disturbing her before the show...but also the guy staring after her from behind the wheel of his car.
“Hey man, you want a ticket to the show? Nico usually plays much bigger places and this one sold out in twenty minutes. Not gonna get the chance to see her this close any time soon."
The scalper’s words ripped at his already torn-apart gut as Marcus stared at the ticket. It was why he was here, wasn’t it? To see Nicola one more time, to drink her in, even from a distance, because he already missed her like hell.
He’d been close to her, so close. And he’d taken her completely for granted, had been looking toward Monday as an inevitable end.
Marcus bought the ticket and was surprised to find the crowd was made up of not just kids, but college students and more than a few people his own age who had obviously come not as chaperones to young fans, but because they wanted to see Nicola play.
As he sat down, he heard a couple of teenagers discussing her.
“I heard that guy she was dating totally scammed her. You know, got her high and then took a bunch of pictures and sold them.”
“He totally looked like a creep, didn’t he?”
“Totally. I wonder why she even dated him? If I was as awesome as Nico, I’d hold out for the best-looking guy in the world who worshipped me.”
Their conversation moved on to the guys they had crushes on who didn’t know they existed and Marcus sat back to process what he’d just learned.
Out on the beach, she’d alluded to being hurt and betrayed by a former lover. And she’d already told him that she’d made some bad decisions that had landed her with a wild party-girl image.
Marcus knew it would be so easy to pull up the Internet browser on his phone and find out the rest of the story, but he remembered how wary she’d been once he’d learned who she was, the way she’d assumed he’d done a Google search on her.
Whatever he learned about her past, he needed to learn from her directly.
That is, if she would ever talk to him again.
And why would she, he wondered as the lights dimmed and the crowd began to cheer. He might not be looking her up on the Internet, but he was sitting here in the dark like a creepy stalker, waiting to watch her perform without her knowledge.
Had her ex done any worse?
Marcus knew he needed to get up out of his seat and leave. But he’d never had any self-control where Nicola was concerned...and he still didn’t.
