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“Come prepared and ready to be critiqued. But at the very worst, you’ll at least get some pointers and at the very best maybe some help.”

“Good points. Thanks,” I reply.

“I’ll let you go. I’ll text you deets for the date later.”

“Cool. See ya later,” I say. I hang up and go in search of the perfect hiding spot amongst the stacks. Time to make some magic, I think to myself as I open my laptop.

Chapter Thirteen

Grady

Thank the fucking Lord! She’s not pissed. It would be my fucking luck to finally find a woman that interests me only to have the fucking paparazzi ruin it.

I get in my car and head over to Rhett’s place. He has a garage studio where we like to work on our music. Something about being in a crappy garage like the good old days just gets our music minds working.

I pull up to his house and park. I need to talk to the guys today and I hope Jackie, AKA Yoko Ono, will not be there. I do love her, but sometimes I wish she’d give Rhett more guy time.

I walk into the garage and groan. Jackie is sitting on the sofa typing away on her phone. Damn it. I really need their advice, but this is strictly guy talk. Jackie doesn’t know anything about what I’ve been up to lately and I want to keep it that way. In fact, the fewer people that know, the better.

I’ve been doing so much soul searching lately. There are so many loose ends and unfinished aspects to my past and I just need to close that chapter and move on. But until I deal with this one last thing, I can’t do it.

“Hey,” Max says as he finishes messing with his snare.

I nod over at him. “Let’s get practicing. I wanna work on that song we were writing the other day.”

And with that, we get down to business. The session is productive, and by the time we finish, I feel like we have a solid song to add to the list for our next album. I breathe a sigh of relief when Jackie kisses Rhett goodbye.

I lean back on the sofa and stare at my friends.

“Out with it,” Rhett says.

I grin. These two fuckers know me better than anyone.

“I found him,” I admit, running a hand through my sweaty hair. Did I mention the garage has no air-conditioning and only one giant ceiling fan?

“No way!” they say in unison.

“Yes way.”

“Fuck,” Max adds, pulling up a chair and turning it around so he can rest his arms on the back. “What are you going to do?”

I shrug. “I don’t fucking know. I mean, I want to get in touch with him. I feel like…it’s the right thing to do, but what if he doesn’t want to connect, or what if he says fuck off? I don’t want to mess up someone’s life.”

I sigh and look down at my hands.

“Well, we’re here for you, you know that,” Rhett says. I nod. “Whatever you want to do, man. You want us to come with you; we are there. You want to do it alone; we got your back. You just tell us.”

“I need to think about it. I was thinking about finding him at work and going from there. But that sounds creepy. Then I thought to send a letter, but what if it gets lost in the mail? Then there’s social media, but would you believe it, he has no accounts.”

“Really?” Max asks, his eyes going wide.

“Nope. At least none that my PI could find.”

“Shit, that’s weird. How old did you say he was?”

“Two years younger than me.”

“I don’t know, dude. Has he tried to find you?” Max asks.

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