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“What happened?” I ask.
“Grandma died of c-c-cancer. She… She… She never…” She blows out a breath and composes herself. “She never told me she was sick. She died here alone while I was several states away. I should have been here. She should have told me!”
She bursts into tears again and I surge across the couch, intent on pulling into my arms, but she bats me away.
“What are you doing here?” she demands.
Those hazel eyes flare, and I fist my hands to stop myself from reaching for her again. The woman is temptation wrapped up in a short, curvy package. And I’m past ready to open my gift.
“I’m renting this house.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No. You can’t be. This must be a mistake.”
It’s not. The band’s personal assistant drove us into town after our last stop on the tour and got me settled here last night. Aurora doesn’t make mistakes.
“Do you think I broke in here and now I’m squatting?”
She raises her eyebrows. “You do know how to pick a lock.”
My cheeks warm. I wasn’t exactly a model citizen as a teenager and Indigo was there every step of the way warning me not to throw my life away.
“I didn’t pick the lock.”
“Fine. You didn’t pick the lock. But what are you doing here in this house, in this town? You have a gazillion dollars. You could be anywhere.”
“I don’t have a gazillion dollars.” I don’t know what a gazillion dollars is.
She waves my comment away. “Why are you here in Winter Falls?”
“We’re recording our new album here.”
She rears back. “In Winter Falls? My Winter Falls? The small town that prides itself on being the saviors of the earth?”
I chuckle. “The saviors of the earth?”
She ignores my question and repeats hers. “Why are you here?”
“I told you.Cash & the Sinnersare recording our newest album here.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “Where?”
“Bertie’s Recording Studio.”
“There’s a recording studio in Winter Falls?” I nod. “Wow. A lot has changed in five years since I was last here.”
“You haven’t been here for five years?” Indigo used to visit Winter Falls every summer with her mom. “Why not?”
“It’s a long story.”
I open my mouth to ask. I want to know everything that happened in her life since I last saw her eleven years ago but she speaks before I have the chance.
“But why are you here?” She points to the floor. “In this house. My grandma’s house.”
“I rented it via a rental agent.”
