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I shoot a look at Axel who just grimaces.
Fucking Carter.
“The thing is—”
A loud laugh escapes Hendrix.
She shoves the blender into my hands and bumps me out of the way with her hips. “This is the best day of my life.”
Wait, what?
“Huh?” Noah squeaks, lips twisting when Hendrix bounds towards her.
I shake my head, realisation washing over me. “You’renotjealous.”
Hendrix pauses and glances at me over her shoulder. “Why would I be jealous, dude?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Okay then.” Her brow knots. She scans my face before lifting a shoulder and turning back to Noah with a grin. “Hi. Omg. Huge huge fan.”
“The fuck is happening right now?” Axel asks.
“I think,” I watch Hendrix as she flails her arms wildly, her mouth loving a mile a minute. I’ve never seen her so animated, “Rixie is…Star struck.”
Noah grins. “I’m a huge fan of you, too.”
“You know who I am?” Hendrix huffs a laugh.
“The infamous Hendrix Moore? You’re kidding right. Your work on Reckless Abandon's first two albums is fucking legendary. Everybody knows of you. The guys' never stop bragging about the girl who made them. I’ve been asking Carter for years if he could try and put me in touch with you. I’d love to work with you.”
Hendrix shifts on her feet. “They talk about me?”
“All the freaking time.” Noah laughs. “If you ever decide to get back into songwriting for real, there will be a long line of artists waiting for you.”
Hendrix swallows hard, her eyes misting as she blinks fast.
“Just make sure In Stasis is at the top of that waitlist, yeah?” Noah winks. “I’m hella intrigued to see what you can do with us.”
Axel makes a noise as Hendrix and Noah talk quietly among themselves
“Anyone else feeling all kinds of unimportantright now?” he asks.
“Uh-uh.” I gape as Hendrix practically bounces to the coffee table and snatches up the notebook she left there this morning.
“Rock star, you got a pen?” she asks without looking at me. “I need Noah’s autograph.”
I point to the end of the lounge. “In the TV cabinet.”
I drop the blender on the kitchen counter before joining Axel on the couch. “She ever asked for your autograph?”
“Not once.” Axel chokes and throws his head back with a garbled groan.
The door swings open again.
I twist my head as Saint lounges in the doorway, his head cocked, stare locked on the two women. “Why is Rix shoving a sharpie in Noah’s hand?”
Axel groans again.
