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to play music or to wait tables or whatever you want.”
    “Thanks, Clive. Seriously.” She paused for a second and then added, “He doesn’t like me very much, does he?” She said a silent prayer that she wouldn’t have to clarify.
    The older man cleared his throat so loud it sounded painful. “It’s not about that. And if it does start to be about that, then you need to get the hell off that tour.”

L ike the ghost of dreams past, the girl staring back at Kylie was a stranger. So many times she’d dreamed of performing in front of a packed house. And now here she was, about to live her dream.
    Straightened silky blond locks flowed over her shoulders framing perfect skin and clear blue eyes that were wider and brighter than they’d ever been. The spray tan, facial, teeth whitening, and full body wax she’d had to undergo had peeled away plain old Kylie, and underneath was Kylie Ryans , fresh-faced newcomer touring with Trace Corbin.
    It was her first show as Trace’s opening act. Pauly wanted them to do a song together, but Trace wasn’t interested. In fact, Trace was pretty much non-existent.
    The morning after Trace’s big night at The Rum Room, Lulu had called shrieking with excitement about seeing Kylie and Trace on the Internet. Kylie had told her friend about the offer from Trace’s guys.
    Despite the arguments she’d built up in her head and the long list of reasons not to run off and jump on a fledgling tour, Lulu had cut clean to the point. “No offense, Ky, but what have you got to lose?”
    A cold hotel room and a waitressing job, albeit a pretty good one. Seemed stupid to turn down a legitimate offer from a once platinum album-selling superstar. Plus, there were only six shows left on the tour. How bad could it be?
    So far, pretty damn bad.
    The first time she’d stepped onto the huge bus, the smell of leather and expensive men’s cologne nearly overwhelmed her. Running her hand lightly over a marble countertop, she stopped abruptly when she saw Trace Corbin sitting in the circular booth across from the compact kitchenette area she had to walk through to get to the room she’d been told was hers. Like a gauntlet.
    “Mr. Corbin,” she said softly, mentally slapping herself for how much of an intimidated kid she sounded like.
    He didn’t stand up, didn’t shake her hand, or even offer her a head nod in greeting. No “Welcome to the tour,” or “Mi casa su casa.” Nothing. Just steely eyes raking over her, appraising her and finding her lacking. He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in the booth, taking up as much space as possible. As if to say he was king of all he surveyed and she was taking up too much of his time and too much room on his bus.
    Well, she wasn’t looking for a new BFF. She could deal. She quirked a brow of her own, passing him quickly. And then she hid in her tiny room for the rest of the evening.
    Giving up on the fitful version of sleep she’d been working at, she sat up in the middle of the night somewhere between Nashville and Dallas. The bus was stopped and she could hear men arguing. Kylie tried lying back down and closing her eyes to block them out until she heard something that sent her heart pounding. Her name.
    “Seriously, this is the best you could come up with? A waitress from nowhere fucking Oklahoma? If I’d have known this was going to happen, I never would’ve pulled the little twit up on stage,” Trace’s cold voice said. Kylie tried to ignore the jagged blade of hurt carving into her. Well, she’d been called worse. The insults Darla had slung at her when she’d kicked her out had included words she didn’t even know the meaning of. Whore was one of the ones she knew. Kind of ironic since Kylie was still technically a virgin, not that her stepmother would believe that. She jumped at the sound of something crashing against an interior wall of the bus and thudding to the floor.
    “Look, I get that this isn’t the ideal situation. But what