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business?”
    “Not much. I dated a couple drummers when I was younger, so I know things like Yamaha drums, Zildjian cymbals, and Fender guitars.”
    “I’ll tell you what, meet me and the guys at The Hive on Saturday. We’ll all sit down and give you the goods.”
    “Sounds like a plan, Aarin.”
     
     
    ~*~
     
    I spent the next two days unpacking all my shit and decorating my new space. I went into town a few times to get pictures for my extra bathrooms. I ended up with a four bedroom house and not enough shit to fill it. I placed a picture of the Eiffel Tower in the guest room, made the bed with a French-themed comforter, and placed a lavender oil warmer in the corner. I stepped back and eyed the room. My mom would feel right at home. I chuckled and headed back into the kitchen.
    I rummaged through the kitchen box until I found my coffee pot. It was the first thing I unpacked in my kitchen every time. I set it up and headed to the couch with my book of notes. Remembering all the characters I’d written wasn’t easy, and now I would have to come up with two more for my already cluttered mind. My doorbell chimed and I glanced over my shoulder with a frown. I’d only met Aarin and the realtor since I’d moved, so who the hell was ringing my doorbell?
    “Open the fucking door, Chica! I have beer!”
    I laughed and jumped off the couch. I yanked the front door open to see Amanda on my front porch.
    “What the hell?” I asked.
    “I figured you could use some company. I’m only staying for one night, so don’t get all excited. I thought you might need some help unpacking.” Amanda looked around my neatly organized house and sighed. “But I see you went all OCD on it.”
    “Habit.” I shrugged, moving to let her in.
    “So? Have you met anyone yet?” Amanda walked into my kitchen and put the beer in the fridge.
    “I did. I met a guy named Aarin. He’s in a band and he said he would help.”
    “That’s cool.” Amanda handed me a beer and flopped onto my couch. “See any hot guys? This is lumberjack country.”
    “It’s also a college town and I’m not Mrs. Robinson.”
    “You could be,” Amanda winked.
    “Not that I’m opposed to twenty-something year old men, but I’m here to write a book, not get fucked.”
    “You can do both. You do know how to casually fuck someone, right?”
    “Yes, I do.” I frowned at her.
    “Okay, enough about sex. Tell me all about the town.”
    I told Amanda about the places I’d hit since I arrived. She was extremely impressed when I told her about my jaunt without the GPS.
    “I’m so proud of you!” Amanda hugged me.
    “I did stop for gas, though,” I admitted.
    “It’s a start.”
     
    ~*~
    I said goodbye to Amanda in the morning. We stayed up late watching movies and drinking. I was really glad to have her back in my life. I’d seen her about three times since I moved. She was part of those memories and I had to get over it. I grabbed my purse and locked the door behind me. The music store was downtown, so I headed that way. I drove right past it and sighed in irritation. I did a U-turn and headed back.
    I pulled into the parking lot of the music store and cut the engine. Pulling out my paperwork from Ann, I scanned the page. The guitar teacher was listed, the drum teacher did private lessons from home. Great, I was going to have to GPS that one. I shook my head and opened the car door, stepping out in to the parking lot. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the front door of the music shop, and right as I reached it, the door swung open and voices floated out.
    “I have a drum lesson tomorrow, but I wanted to stop in and see what you were up to.”
    I stopped cold and my fingers gripped the papers in my hand as I met eyes with the person talking. The face was older, but the dimples were still there as were those green eyes and right then, they widened.
    “Serena?” Jensen whispered.
    I put a finger up in a “one minute” gesture and grabbed my phone out