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Costa,” she told herself. She stepped inside of the building and into the lobby. Rather than waiting for the elevator, she took the stairs. Some sort of air freshener released the fresh scent of linen, and she sneezed.
    Emerging onto Max’s floor, she stalked the hallway until she found the door marked with his apartment number. She wondered if Koty would actually be meeting her at the studio, or if he wouldn’t show up at all. She didn’t think that he would just leave her in Boston. Their argument hadn’t been that bad. She twisted her lips. They’d had worse fights while on tour with Perpetual Smile. She shook her head, thinking of the time they had almost been caught making out on the tour bus. She had wanted to end the whole affair before her other band mates caught on. Something about Koty kept her from completely breaking things off, though. Something about Koty always kept her from walking away.
    She hoped that he felt the same. Raising a fist, she knocked.
    The door to Max’s apartment creaked open.A young woman stood in the doorway. She held a little girl who couldn’t be older than four on her hip. The girl’s small fingers tugged at the woman’s long black hair. Raising an eyebrow at Jett, she tilted her head. “Can I help you?”
    Jett hesitated. She might have the wrong address or, even worse, her keyboardist might have moved. She gave the other woman a bright smile. “I’m Jett Costa.” She held out her hand.
    The other woman glanced at her hand, then narrowed her eyes. “Yeah?”
    Jett almost rolled her eyes. The woman was acting as warily as she would have, though, if they switched places. “I’m looking for Max Batista. Does he live here?”
    Tossing long, inky hair over her shoulder, the woman’s eyes hardened. “Why?”
    “He auditioned for my band a few weeks ago.” Jett jerked a thumb in the direction of Malden Street. “I tried calling, but didn’t get an answer.”
    “Our cell phone got shut off,” the woman said. Her arm tightened around the toddler. “What do you want?”
    “Maybe I have the wrong place.” Jett took a step back. “Sorry to bother you.” She turned toward the stairwell.
    “Wait.”
    Jett glanced over her shoulder. A young man with brown skin and spiky dark hair leaned over the young woman’s shoulder—the same young man who had auditioned. “Please come in,” he said.
    “The house is a mess,” the woman said, eyes narrowed at him.
    “Savannah, chill.” Max grinned at Jett. “Is this about my audition? Did I make it in?”
    Jett opened her mouth to tell him that she had the wrong address. When he had played at the studio, he hadn’t seemed so young. She had pegged him at maybe twenty-five. Studying him in the afternoon light, he looked closer to twenty-one. With the way he grinned at her, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, he could still be in high school.
    “Come on in,” he said, turning and going inside. Sighing, Savannah followed him.
    Jett hesitated, then followed them inside. Toys littered the carpet. Bowls of half-eaten cereal sat on a banged up coffee table. A laptop sat on a desk in the corner, a cartoon paused. Savannah sat on a threadbare couch. The little girl climbed out of her arms and ran into the part of the apartment that Jett couldn’t see.
    Max closed the door. Still smiling, he lifted a hand. “Sorry about the mess.” He jerked a thumb in the direction that the little girl had gone. “Chloe is a tornado these days.” He hooked his thumbs in the loops of his jeans. “So when do I start?”
    He reminded Savannah of a more hyper version of Koty—if that was even possible. She restrained herself from groaning out loud. The last thing that she needed was another Dakota Jackson. He had forced his way into her old band and still drove her crazy. She doubted that she would ever sleep with Max—especially not with his territorial wife or girlfriend or whoever she was—but she definitely didn’t want to get