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some money.” As mad as he was, he felt bad that he was taking his anger out on the teen. He knew what it was like to be a struggling musician; he’d been there himself not too long ago.
    “Look, kid. I know it’s hard as hell getting into the business and make enough money to support yourself, but our band doesn’t need anyone now. What do you play?”
    “Guitar, and I’m a good singer. Everyone says so.” Ryan could see the pride Hayden’s face.
    Ryan smiled at him, “I bet you are.” Hayden’s enthusiasm almost made Ryan excited for him. He remembered those days all too well. “I’ll tell ya’ what, come on over and you can crash on my couch until you can find you a place to stay other than your fucking truck.”
    “I don’t want to interfere with what you have going on. I have some money for a room, but I need a job, and then I’ll find a place to stay permanently.” Ryan could picture the kind of room he could rent with the money he had. He might be safer sleeping in his truck.
    “Absolutely not, that is all kinds of fucked up, kid. I can’t have you risking your life staying in some damn park in east Austin at night or some sleazy motel. No telling what would happen. I don’t know exactly where you came from, but this isn’t small town East Texas. Austin’s a great place but it’s a big city, and you could get yourself killed just by landing yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Come over to my apartment and we’ll get you settled for the night.”
    Ryan could tell Hayden was deciding if going with him was a good idea. When he finally agreed, it relieved his fears. He didn’t want the kid staying another night in his truck, and understood Hayden’s plight of living in BFE while trying to start a music career. AD might be able to help him, or Ryan thought they could. He hoped the kid had talent like he thought he did.
    “You won’t regret this, Ryan. My mom and all of my friends tell me all the time how good I play guitar and sing which is always what I’ve loved. I write music, too. I need a chance to prove myself to people.”
     

     
    “Hey, let’s walk back down to the studio since I need to get some info from Peri, and then we’ll head to my place.” Ryan needed to get the date night settled first.
    Ryan helped Hayden carry his things into the apartment. “It’s not a great place, and I sure as fuck don’t plan on living here too damn much longer, but it’s clean and safe, at least.” Ryan rented the apartment after the first paycheck he received from 13 Recordings. He and Krissy didn’t live together, but they might as well have. He hadn’t even considered what she was going to say when she found out they would have an audience for their wild times in the bedroom. Those nights may have to move to her apartment, but she had a roommate, too.
    “Hey, it’s great of you to let me stay. I appreciate it. My mom said you were a great guy, and she hoped maybe you would help me out.”
    “Have a seat and let’s talk about your momma.” Ryan wanted to know exactly how he had gotten mixed up in this boy’s life without any warning. “What’s your story, Hayden?”
    “Okay, I guess that’s a good idea.” Hayden seemed unsure to Ryan at this point. Maybe he thought he would kick him out after hearing the story.
    “So, you know my name is Devillier, but my mom’s name is Thibodeaux. She told me y’all are cousins, but hadn’t seen each other since the two of you were young. Now that we’ve met, I guess you had to be young because you’re damn sure not too much older than me.”
    “That’s exactly what the fuck I was thinking. I’m twenty-four. How old’s your mother?”
    “She’s thirty-four.” Hayden wouldn’t look at him. It didn’t take Ryan long to figure out how young his mom was when she had him: Kylie was a mom at sixteen.
    “Look, Hayden, I’m not here to judge you or your mom, so no need to be fucking embarrassed. Shit happens. What makes a