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She swallows the bite of food before agreeing, “If you say so.”

But she doesn’t buy my carefree attitude. The worry remains clear in her dark blue eyes.

“In the meantime, tell me about you. How’s it going with Logan? I’ve noticed he’s been drinking often.”

“I’ve told you the other day. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of his.” She sighs. “There’s something very dark haunting him and I can’t help because he won’t let me in.”

Her words strike a chord with me, making my stomach plunge. She could have been describing me hiding things from Wes.

I just nod and stuff my mouth with the fluffy mix of cheese, eggs, and mushrooms.

She goes on saying, “At the same time, I feel like we connect in so many levels. Our passion for music is one. We have similar creative processes. We have an explosive chemistry.”

I guffaw. “Oh, you don’t need to tell me that. We share a wall in the airplane, remember?”

She sets her fork and knife on the sides of her plate. With a hand on her throat, she makes a show of looking offended. “I beg your pardon, miss. I do not know what you speak of,” she mutters in a perfect Victorian era accent.

I burst out laughing, then lean in and whisper, “I speak of sounds of slapping followed by loud moans and more smacks and more subsequent groans. Should I go on?”

“I get the picture.” With a cheeky one-shoulder shrug and a naughty grin, Ally resumes eating her lunch.

We enjoy the rest of the meal without talking until we polish the plates. If it weren’t for the constant buzzing of her cell phone, we would have been in complete silence, a friendly one.

Slumping on my chair, I confess, “I owe you an explanation. It’s the least I can do after you waited around for me to wake up, I don’t know for how long.”

“A couple of hours. But I welcomed the break. I worked on some lyrics.”

That doesn’t make the burning on my cheeks any less intense.

“Still, I’m sorry I put you through that.” I tilt my head toward the sitting area. “Let’s move over there and talk.”

We get up and as we cover the distance to the couch, she fishes her phone and scrolls the screen with a thumb, pressing some keys before returning it to the back pocket of her jeans. Her floral silk top falls loosely from her full breasts up to the middle of her thighs, but the damn phone tents it as it sticks out of the pocket.

“I guess I know who’s been texting you non-stop.”

It’s not really such a stretch of the imagination. Ally doesn’t have a key to the suite. So Wes must have either let her in or given her the card to access it.

We sit on the couch, close enough that our shoulders touch. But she spins around to face me, drawing a leg up and sitting on it.

She cups my hands in hers. “Hon, I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t expect you to tell me, if you’re not comfortable doing so. Just know that I care for you like a sister. I don’t want to see you hurt and something is obviously doing that. You kicked Wes out and took pills to sleep.”

Embarrassment weighs my shoulders down and I droop them. I hang my head in a groan. “Wes woke you guys up in the middle of the night?”

Her fingers under my chin lift my head until we lock eyes. “He sat by the door all night. We found him this morning when we got out of the room to get breakfast.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I fall down the rabbit hole. The dizziness and the ringing in my ears make my head spin. My throat goes dry, and I lick my lips to make it more bearable.

“He didn’t want to leave me because I had a meltdown. He was worried with reason, but I needed to clear my head. I can’t think straight when he’s around.”

She squeezes my fingers. “I know all about this feeling. These guys turn our lives into a crazy roller coaster ride, don’t they?”

I curve my lips up in a weak smile. “They do. But that makes me an adrenaline junkie because I don’t think I can live without Wes at this point.” My fingers fly to my mouth. “Wait! What?”

“Your jaw has just hit the floor.” Ally jokes.

But she’s not far from the truth because my mouth hangs open as I shake my head.

“I don’t know why I said that to you. I haven’t said it to him yet.”

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