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polished the lenses on her t-shirt, studying what she could see of his turned down face. “You know, light sensitive I can understand, but you, my friend, are hiding your eyes. I’m curious to know why.” She blew on the lenses, fogging them, and then resumed polishing.
    He held out his hand. “Give them back, Jay.” His tone was as cold as interstellar space.
    Finished with her polishing, she held the glasses up in front of her eyes and looked around. “Funny, this is either the weakest prescription I’ve ever seen, or these are plain glass.” Almost daring him to try and take them, she folded her arms across her chest, holding tight to her prize as she regarded him with jaded eyes.
    “Jay.”
    “Open your eyes,” she countered, not budging.
    He hesitated, then reached over blindly and spilled her coffee cup. Distracted by the hot liquid, she didn’t get a glimpse of his face as he snatched the glasses right out of her hand.
    “You rat!” she screeched, scooting back to avoid being dripped on. “I can’t believe you did that!” She grabbed a kitchen towel and quickly contained the flow.
    “Sorry.” He sounded relieved as he slipped on his glasses. Behind the safety of the brown lenses, he tried to help her clean up.
    She clenched her jaw as she furiously mopped at the spill, angry with herself. She was behaving badly, and she knew better than to say the things she had, to be so rude to a geek. Hadn’t she been one herself not so long ago? In some circles, she was one still. Hadn’t her band kicked her out for being too stodgy? Emotions ricocheted inside her, making her hand shake as she tossed a paper napkin into the trash. Either she was losing her mind, or she had spooks using her apartment as a shortcut. Ignoring her tremors, she brushed her hair out of her eyes, not looking at him, positive he noticed her unsteady hand. How could he miss it? “Look, I’m sorry. It’s early...I was rude. I need some more sleep.”
    “It’s all right. Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped by so early—you had a rough night,” he said gently. “I’ll be glad to come back when you’re rested.”
    Surprised by his forgiveness, she stared at him, and then quickly looked away, unsettled by his attitude. Didn’t men usually start yelling at this point? Her heart gave a painful little kick, and she massaged it in consternation. “Okay. Good idea.” Good idea? She wanted him coming back? Had she intended that to be an invitation?
    After he left, she crashed on her couch and contemplated the locked door. She needed to get out, go sniff around the clubs and participate in the open mike sessions, not just for the band it might drum up, but for the male company. Granted, nice guys were sparse in those places, but there were some. Maybe she’d meet one; a tame, normal guy with a serious relationship on his mind. Someone who could handle her music, handle her.
    She was seeing way too much of Fred.

    Chapter Four

    “Thanks for the ride.” Jay looked at the handsome drummer called Spider and wondered what she was doing. Granted, it nice not to have to take a cab home, but maybe it would have been safer. Spider had the lazy sensuality of a playboy, long black hair and a come-hither smile that did serious damage to her insides. Allowing him to take her home had been a mistake.
    Spider paused by her door, still holding her guitar. He towered over her, and his slow, heated smile was more dangerous than heat lightning. He tilted his head at her door. “Are you going to unlock it?”
    “I’m not sure I should,” she said, falling back on honesty as she fingered the key in her pocket. “I’m not going to let you spend the night.”
    His white teeth flashed. “I didn’t ask.”
    “You were thinking it.” She couldn’t help it—her heart beat faster at the flirtation. He’d been teasing her all night.
    Slowly, he eased the guitar down and leaned it in her door jam. Bending a smoldering look on her, he said silkily,