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It never failed to amaze him, how women would contort themselves to fall in love with him. He made it difficult as hell, and still they persisted.
“What should I close with?” he asked.
Annoying as she could be, Ginny knew his songs better than he did, and she had an intuitive knack for knowing what the fans would want to hear.
She cocked her head to one side. “ ‘Destroying Ahab,’ ” she said after a moment.
He hesitated, marker hovering over the page. “That’s such a sad one.”
“It’s a sad town.”
He nodded and wrote it down, the chemical-marker-induced lump in his throat reminding him of a thousand other rooms like this. A thousand other shows.
She was right. The Rust Belt cities liked the sad songs. He’d have to do one of the old crowd-pleasers as an encore, though. They’d want to wave their non-ironic Zippos in the air and belt out all the words of their favorite Pratt tune before they buttoned up and braved the cold to drive home.
Sean spoke to Ginny for another minute, and then she left. The cowboy pulled up a chair.
“You see the new one yet?” he asked.
The message had come to Judah’s personal email account. Judah hadn’t given Sean the address of that account, much less the password. Still,
he wasn’t surprised.
“Yeah.”
“When were you going to get around to telling us about it?”
“Didn’t want to make life any harder for Katie than it already is,” Judah said with a smile, and Sean looked down at his hands.
He’d guessed as much. Sean didn’t look like a man who’d gotten lucky last night. He looked like a man who needed to find release before he rattled apart at the seams.
Katie hadn’t caught him yet.
“She can take it,” Sean muttered.
“Can she? She’s not as tough as she acts, you know.”
“She’s tougher than you think.”
Judah leaned back in the chair and asked, “How long have you two known each other, anyway?”
“Depends how you c-count.” Sean settled against his own chair, making his body a mirror of Judah’s. “He knows where you are,” he added.
“He?”
“Your psycho.”
“Yeah.” The message that had greeted him when he woke up mentioned the snowstorm that had Buffalo in its grip and questioned whether cowards’ blood ran red or yellow.
Not the most pleasant way to meet the day.
“Did you hack all my accounts before I gave you the log-ins yesterday?”
Sean snorted. “I only had to hack one. You should really c-come up with more passwords.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“What do you want her for?”
