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there was that. She could worry about getting them into shape later. A smile danced on her lips. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she redialed the phone number of the drummer that she hoped to recruit. She pressed the phone to her ear, walking back the way she came.
    The phone rang over and over. She frowned. She really didn’t want to make any more house calls. Besides, the clock was ticking. In just a couple of hours, she had to figure out how to write enough songs for a twenty-minute set with a group of people that she had never written with before. Even though she had played and sang with Koty in her old band, that hardly counted.
    Chewing on her lip, she tried calling the drummer again. Still no answer.
    She disconnected the call. Staring at her phone, she took a deep breath. Her heart slammed in her chest. She needed someone who she could write with, she realized. She knew exactly who that someone was, too. The question was whether he would be willing to join her.
    Throwing caution to the wind, she dialed Griff’s number.

Chapter 4
    Sweat beaded at Jett’s hairline as the phone rang. She clutched the phone tighter, walking faster with each ring. Stomach clenching, she took a deep breath in through her nose. Then, she let it out slowly. She needed to get a grip. She was a professional, not a scared child in trouble with her parents.
    Straightening her shoulders, she paused in front of a gas station. The phone rang again. She dipped her fingers into her pocket and retrieved her pack of cigarettes. She was almost out, and Koty was the one with the cash. She sighed. She had become the kind of woman she had never wanted to be.
    “Yeah,” Griff said, cutting into her thoughts.
    Jumping, Jett dropped the cigarette. She stooped to pick it up. Fumbling for words, she lit the cigarette. As soon as she inhaled, she felt better, more in control.
    “Did you butt dial me?” Griff sighed.
    “No, I’m here.” She blew out a slow stream of smoke.
    “What’s up?” Unlike the last time she spoke with him, there were no sirens in the background. She wondered where he was.
    She dropped onto a bench at the Ashmont T station. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Mind racing, she tried to think of something to say.
    “Are you there?” An edge of aggravation crept into Griff’s voice.
    She didn’t have much time to waste. “You said you were in Los Angeles.” She took another drag. “What are you doing out there?”
    “What does it matter to you?” His voice was light, teasing.
    Relief swept through her. He sounded more like the old Griff, the way he had been before things started falling apart in Perpetual Smile. He was suddenly the same person who had held her while she cried on the floor of Phillip’s hospital room after they lost him. It felt like ages ago. Shaking the memories away, she took another drag off her cigarette. “We didn’t get to chat much last time.” She kept her voice light, despite the ache in her chest.
    He laughed. “Yeah, how did you make out with the band?”
    “That depends on what you’ve been up to.” She tapped ash onto the sidewalk. The head of her cigarette loosened. Scowling, she brought the cigarette to her lips, taking small puffs to relight the rest of it before the cherry fell off.
    “Just dealing with some hockey stuff.” She heard the flick of a lighter as Griff lit his own cigarette.
    She missed sitting with him, smoking cigarettes and talking about the band. Her heart sank. “Hockey stuff,” she repeated. “Are you training for this season?”
    He cleared his throat. “What did you want, Jett?”
    Nodding to herself, she sighed. It was time to kill the small talk. “We’re going to play the show.” She paused, waiting for his reaction. He said nothing. “I’ve got a bassist and a keyboardist. We’re meeting tonight to rehearse.”
    “You’re serious.” Griff laughed, a short, incredulous bark that was more merry than condescending.
    “Of course I’m