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I tug a blanket from the back and throw it over my legs. “Think you’ll keep writing after we’ve done the album?”
“Dunno. Probably not.” She chews her bottom lip. “I’ve got the studio and clients I’ve promised to work with. I don’t know where I’d fit it in.”
“Crazy busy?” I tease, ignoring the twist low in my gut at the reminder that she has a whole life to go back to. One I’m not a part of.
“Something like that.”
“How have I never heard of you in the rock scene?”
She peeks up at me through dipped lashes. “Who’s to say you haven’t?”
“Pretty sure I’d remember if your name came up, Rixie.”
“Hm.” Her lip twitches. “Ever heard of Wren Monroe?”
My brow furrows as I rack my brain.
I reel back, my eyes widening. “You’re kidding me?”
Hendrix watches me, but says nothing as the realisation slaps me in the face.
“How the fuck did I never make the connection? Hendrix Monroe Wren Moore. You’re Wren Monroe? The mastermind mixer behind Riotous’ last album?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say mastermind, but…” She smirks.
“Holy shit, Rixie. You’ve not only made a name for yourself but everybody wants to work with you. Hell, our old label wanted you.”
Crimson crawls over her cheeks, deepening the freckles scattered there. “I’m good at what I do.”
“Picky too. If rumours are to be believed.”
“Little bit, I don’t exactly need the money,” she says, giving me a pointed glance. I’m fully aware she’s not slumming it. She still gets a solid cut of royalties from our first two albums. We made sure of that. “It means I can pick projects I like. I tend to work with up-and-comers, rather than established artists.”
“Do you love it?” I ask, sliding down the couch and propping my feet on the coffee table.
She brushes against my shoulder when she leans closer and tugs the blanket over herself. “I don’t hate it.”
“Not what I asked.”
She sighs, her gaze skimming my wrist.
“I’m good at what I do,” she says again, lifting a shoulder. “Is it what I always thought I’d be doing? No. But that doesn’t make it any less fulfilling. It’s just…” She exhales a short breath. “Different.”
“Different how?”
Her forehead creases as she studies my face. “You really want to hear all about the ins and outs of my job?”
I want to hear about everything, Rixie.
“Hmm. I’m just trying to figure out if I can tempt you to hang around here forever and spend the rest of your days writing songs for Reckless Abandon?”
My tone might be teasing, but my words are true.
If there’s even a small chance I can keep her, I’m taking it.
“Forever, huh?” Her eyes glitter as they trace my face, her lips quirking. “That’s a pretty long time.”
I lick my lips and plant my hand on my thigh. “Is it? I had no idea.”
