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“You’re not going to leave her alone, are you?” Seraphina asks, the resignation apparent in her voice.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
Seraphina lets out a long sigh. “There are different ways of getting your inspiration back, Bash. Maybe you just need a break? Not just from touring but from music in general.”
Break from music?
“Hell no,” my response is instant. “What I need is to get my muse back.”
And I know the one person who can do that.
Now if only I could get her to stop hating my guts enough to listen to me.
My gaze falls back on the book and, more importantly, the paper stashed inside.
Penelope’s bucket list.
“And you think this girl can do that?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, my eyes falling shut. “I know she can.”
Just the image of Penelope sitting at that piano, her heartfelt music filling the room, has my blood running faster and makes my fingers itch to grab my guitar. Now if only I could listen to her long enough so I could write something of quality.
Some people needed air to breathe. I needed my music. And she’s the only one who could give it to me since spring when my life fell apart.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Seraphina’s loud sigh brings me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, me to—”
I open my eyes just to see the waitress take my empty glass and leave the full one behind.
But this time, it’s not coke.
No, the amber liquid shines in the dim light.
Whiskey.
“Seems like you need it.” The waitress turns around to leave before I can tell her to take it away.
Not that I’m sure I can.
My throat bobs as I try to swallow, my gaze glued to the glass. I reach for it with my free hand, tracing the rim with my finger. I could imagine the taste of it, the bitter bite on my tongue, the warmth as it slid down my throat.
“Bash? You still there?” Seraphina’s question snaps me out of my thoughts.
Fuck.
Pulling my hand back like the glass burned me, I look up just for a shimmer of gold to catch my attention, making me sit upright.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
I watch as Penelope walks side by side next to a tanned, lanky dude. Their mouths move as they talk animatedly, and she flashes him a smile that has me tightening my grip on my phone.
“What?”
“Birdy is here,” I whisper.
“Birdy, huh? I guess the mystery girl has a nickname too.”
