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I shook my head. “That’s too weird. And I know you think it’s crazy, but it’s gotta be the ghost.”

“Between you and me, I’m starting to believe you. It’s kind of romantic if you think about it. Maybe the ghost locked us in that room six months ago for a reason?”

“No better reason than love.”

Van kissed me. “Too bad we can’t thank them.”

The lights flickered, and Van and I stared at each other, then burst out laughing.

“Are you excited for tonight?” I asked, getting lost in his blues.

“’Course I’m excited to perform with you. It’s afterward that concerns me. Holls told me I’d need tomorrow off to recuperate from the initiation. So tell me, what kind of crazy antics do you four have planned?”

I ignored his question and leaned up to kiss him. “You’ll be fine. You’re not allergic to Jell-O, are you?”

“No. Why?”

I let out a deep chuckle. “No reason.”

“Brodie—” Van warned.

“Relax, honey. I’m teasing you.”

My husband, being the smart man he was, didn’t buy my answer for a second.

He knew all about rockstars.

And he loved me anyway.

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