feelings is just a word in the dictionary.”
“I hate that for him.” Emma closed the dishwasher and hung away the towel she’d used. “He needs someone like her. Marc, when I looked at them last night, it was impossible not to see the sparks between them. More than sparks. A deep feeling of some kind. I just hope he doesn’t think he has to pass on it because of business.”
“There’s fire in the air, that’s for sure. He might have been pissed off at the way she marched into rehearsal unannounced but those sparks flying between them didn’t have anything to do with anger.”
“You think she feels the same way he does?”
“Oh, yeah. You can’t miss it. You saw it last night. I wish I knew what happens next with those two and how it will affect the band.”
“Rick’s a professional,” she pointed out. “And so is Sydney. They’ll figure it out.”
“I hope.”
“I got good vibes from her last night,” Emma said. “She seems pretty sharp. She’s going to be an important part of life in the band for some time. And the campaign she puts together is crucial to what happens next.”
Marc nodded. “I agree. She won’t let anything derail that, just like Rick won’t let a situation knock the band off the track.”
“Oh, great.” She laughed. “Two hard heads. What a pair.”
“He invited her back to rehearsal to hear a set we put together for her. I wonder how they’ll react to each other in that situation.” Marc walked up behind Emma, put his arms around her, and kissed the side of her neck. “You and she seemed to hit it off pretty well. Maybe you could give her a call.”
Emma spun around in his arms. “And do what? Interrogate her? Pry information from her? Play matchmaker? Are you sure that’s what you want me to do?”
“Hold on, honey.” Marc backed up and held out his hands. “Rick is perfectly capable of getting his own info. I just thought it might be nice, since she’s probably going to be at all the concert dates and stuff, if you got to know each other better.”
“Uh huh.” Emma grinned at him. “I know your game, Malone. ’Fess up. You’re as curious as I am about those two and you think I can figure out what’s going on with some girl talk.”
He grinned. “Close.” His face sobered. “Okay. I hear you. But will you think about calling her, anyway?”
She laughed at him. “I’ll figure out what’s appropriate.” She stepped forward so her body was pressed against his. “Meanwhile, can you think of something exciting we can do today?”
He lifted her in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. “I’m sure I can think of a great way to spend the afternoon.”
Emma leaned her head against his shoulder. “I figured you could.”
Chapter Seven
Sydney sat in the back booth at Coffee and More with a cup of chai tea as she reviewed her notes for perhaps the hundredth time. No coffee for her today, not even decaf. She was too nervous. Too on edge. Five days had passed since the party at Marc and Emma’s and the incredible night she’d spent with Rick Trajean. Every detail of those hours in the dark was still etched on her brain, no matter how much she tried to block it. Or wipe out the place he’d carved out in her heart.
Yes, Janine. My heart. Go ahead and laugh .
She knew Lightnin’ rehearsed every day. She had their schedule on her iPad and she was busy with their promo stuff. But it was hard to stay focused when every five minutes she checked her phone for a text or listened anxiously for her ringtone. Every day, she kept expecting him to call, or at least text. But nothing. Not a word. Had he just wiped that night out of his mind completely?
How stupid she’d been to let down all her barriers. It seemed he hadn’t felt the same magic she did. She’d broken every one of her personal rules and what had it gotten her? Dumped. And a week of anxious days and sleepless nights. Well, she was done. With all of it. She was
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