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do you leave for London? The look he gave her in place of a response made the knot
inside of her grow. Dom, you re his closest friend, you have to go. You, Nick, and Alex
you all need to be there.
He sighed, stacking both hands atop his head. It s not possible.
It has to be. Noah loved Henry. He needs someone to be there for him. Grief
swelled. Unable to face the thought of Noah dealing with his loss alone, without the
support of his friends and band mates, she turned back to the cash drawer. She began
sorting bills into their proper slots.
You could go, Dominic said quietly.
Yeah, right. When he remained silent, she turned back to face him. His eyes
caught and held hers. You re serious.
Very.
I couldn t. But it was tempting. So very tempting. You ll have to find a way
around the record company. I m sure they d make allowances for something like this.
Isabeau His expressive face changed, became almost somber. We re under the
wire here. We meet with the record company in a matter of weeks to show them what
we can do. If we aren t ready by then
You ll be ready.
This record is our last hurrah, our last chance to show we still have what it takes.
If we muck this up
The death of a loved one, they couldn t possibly
They can. They will. Noah won t accept that, you know he won t. Getting this
right means everything to him. All of us.
She did know. Noah would stand alone, before he d risk the record. He d probably
told Dom as much to remain behind and continue working on the demo.
You could go, he repeated.
A war of emotions waged within her. Just hop on a plane? Then what, knock on
his door?
You could.
Of course, she couldn t. And say what?
I love you.
I love you, too, sweetheart, but we re not talking about us.
Funny. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her so intently that she felt like she
stood spotlighted onstage. You re scared.
Of course I am, she admitted softly. Searching for a plausible explanation, she
grabbed at the first one that came to her. I hate to fly.
His eyes softened but he did not comment.
She couldn t believe she was actually considering his suggestion. But the lure of
seeing Noah, of being there for him during his grief was strong. What if I get there,
and I m the last person he wants to see?
Not going to happen, luv.
You don t know that.
Arching a brow, he leaned back against the cooler.
I can t believe I m considering this. I don t even know where to find him. What am
I supposed to do, stop someone on the street and ask directions?
He gave her a smile that was all charm and confidence. Reaching out, he snagged a
napkin from the stack near her elbow, and the pen that lay next to the cash register.
I ll give you the address.
Her eyes were intent on his hands as he began to write. And if he sends me
packing?
He won t.
He could. She rubbed her raw palm over the knotted muscles in the back of her
neck. This is different from jogging across town to the funeral home to show my
support. This is& Her words trailed off as he handed her the napkin. She focused on
his chicken scrawl. This has crazed stalker written all over it.
What about Noah, spending all that time sitting in the back corner? All those
nights he spent watching you, that didn t? He rested his hand on the bar and leaned
closer. You do realize that was about you and not alcohol, don t you?
Wanting someone in your bed and wanting them at your side for a funeral are not
at all alike.
Perfect. She d just said that out loud.
Go to him, Isabeau. He won t turn you away, I know he won t.
She hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions.
Aren t you the one who told me love is worth the risk ?
I did. And I see you took my advice to heart. You haven t even called her have
you? Dom, Becca deserves to know you love her. What she does with that knowledge
is up to her.
Noah deserves
Noah knows how I feel about him.
He frowned. His frown deepened when she pushed the napkin back across the bar
in his direction.
Regret filled her. She ruthlessly pushed it aside in the same way she pushed her
hands into her front pockets. This insanity is over. If Noah wanted me with him, he
would call and ask me to come.
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