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“And you?”
“I’ve got some things to do around here.”
“You gonna come back to me this time?” I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
A devastating grin brightens her face. “Try and stop me, Rock Star.”
Chapter sixty-seven
Hendrix • Now
Gold Steps – Neck Deep
Bestie!
I need your help
Ishovemyphonein my pocket, tighten my grip on the folder in my hand, and push the studio door open.
A smile tugs at my lips as the scent of lavender curls around me. A soft, supple melody fills the reception room. Talia shuffles across the floor, hips swaying, head bopping as she boogies to the music.
The door slides shut behind me.
I press my back to the wood and fold my arms over my chest. My eyes drag along the walls, the framed vinyl’s, the lyric prints—all the work Talia and I have done together over the last five years.
The warm air settles around me, sinking into my bones like a hug from an old friend.
God, I love this place.
I’ll never not love this place.
It gave me a purpose when I was so lost.
But it’s time to let go of the things I was holding on to when I didn’t know who I was.
I blink, choking down the heady emotions crawling up my throat.
Talia bends her legs, twisting her body left to right.
I slap a hand over my mouth, but the tinkling giggle slips out anyway.
She startles.
Her foot slips beneath her, and she tumbles to the floor with a shriek.
“Shit.” I laugh, pushing off the door.
She grunts, slapping her palm into my outstretched hand.
I drag her up. “Are you okay?”
“I think I broke my arse.” She winces, scrubbing at her arsecheek. Then she rocks my shoulder with a light fist. “Cheers for that, babe.”
“Sorry.” Another giggle. “I was trying not to interrupt your dance break.”
“Why are you home, anyway?” Her gaze narrows as she drags it over me. “You didn’t say you were coming back.”
“Just a flying visit.” I shrug a shoulder and point to the speaker. “What song is this? I’ve never heard it before.”
