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took a sip of coffee.
    “Wendy Palmer, 102.1 The Edge” was at the top of the list. Usually it was an either/or proposition for most interviews. Either Logan or I could do them.
    Not this one.
    A million years ago when Caged was just a garage band, Wendy Palmer was a first year communications major at the University of Texas at Austin. She managed to finagle an assignment as the music critic for both the school newspaper and radio station. Quite a coup for a freshman. Soon she was doing interviews with large scale Texas bands that favored the Sixth Street live music scene. She made her bones, worked her way up the media ladder, by scoring interviews with the top Austin bands.
    Wendy followed Caged to every dingy venue on Sixth Street. Or should I say, she followed me. When we got our big break, headlining at The Parish, Wendy was there. She helped me celebrate.
    Naked.
    Our relationship— if you could call it that—was mutually beneficial.
    I never thought much about Wendy these days, unless Caged was making a pass through Dallas. Sometimes we ended up right back where we started. In bed. Although a bed wasn’t a prerequisite. A dressing room, the tour bus, or even a bathroom had served its purpose throughout the years. The last few times I was passing through, it was strictly business. A thirty minute interview, and I was out the door. Her latest gig as afternoon DJ at 102.1 The Edge placed her firmly in one of the top ten markets in the country.
    “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of Wendy.” Glancing at Logan, I cringed when he waggled his eyebrows at me. “But I need you to do me a favor.”
    “What?” he groaned, rubbing his forehead.
    Obviously, his night had been a bit more eventful than mine.
    “I’m going to be off the grid Thursday and Friday,” I said, hoping like shit he didn’t ask too many questions. “Can you hold down the fort?”
    Leaning back in his chair, he surveyed me. “Where you gonna be?”
    Pushing the eggs around on my plate, I didn’t make eye contact. “Just some personal shit I gotta take care of.”
    “What personal shit?”
    The question hung in the air between us. Logan was like family. Even closer. But we were competitive. Women were an Olympic sport for us. If we got our sights set on the same woman, all bets were off. Fortunately, no woman had ever been important enough to come between us.
    Lifting my eyes to meet his questioning gaze, my stomach roiled at the thought of him with Lily.
    “Cameron Noble!” Turning my head to the guy walking toward our table, I raised a brow. “You look just like your brother. I’d recognize you anywhere.” He reached for my hand. “I’m Greg, the manager here. I’ve known Chase for years.”
    “Nice to meet you, Greg.” Smiling, I extended my hand.
    He shook it and turned to Logan, who didn’t look up from his plate. Shifting from foot to foot, Greg shoved his hands in his pockets. I guess he wanted more than a meet and greet.
    “Pull up a chair.” I motioned toward the other side of the table. “Join us.”
    Logan’s foot found my shin under the table, though he didn’t look up. Greg eagerly pulled up a chair.
    “Nice place you have here.” I pushed my plate of half-eaten food away.
    “Thanks.” Greg nodded at the server who dropped off a cup of coffee. “I’m glad y’all are enjoying yourself.” Ignoring Logan’s grunt, he added sugar and cream, stirring them in slowly. “I’ve got tickets to your show. Not the best seats, but…”
    Time to pony up for the solid Greg did by providing the posh accommodations at a moment’s notice. “How many tickets do you need?”
    His face lit up. “Just two.” Looking down at his cup of coffee, a coy smile hitched up one corner of his lips. “You know how it is. I’m trying to impress a girl with my connections.”
    “I would think that wouldn’t be a problem,” I said with a chuckle. “You’ve got a great events coordinator on site.”
    His smile widened. “Since