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he said.
    I reached out and took his phone. I tapped my number in and hit save. He tapped into his phone and mine buzzed. I looked down. His name. Grant. It sent a chill running through me even though I knew he was strictly off-limits and playing for the other team. Whatever. A girl could dream. A girl could fantasize.
    He smiled and winked at me. "Nice to meet you Mia," he said. "Maybe I'll see you at the concert."
    "Maybe!" I said, though I seriously doubted that was going to happen. The arena was huge. Big enough that there wasn't much chance of running into a complete stranger. Still, I had a feeling I'd get a call or a text from him at some point. Maybe we could go out shopping or something.
    I watched as he left. Damn. It was nice watching him leave. He just had that kind of body. That kind of booty. It made me want to jump him right here, even though I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate it.
    Then it happened. Just before he stepped out the door he turned around. He smiled. And then his eyes ran up and down my body and it was as though a blast furnace opened right in front of me. The heat was that intense. And I realized I'd been completely wrong about him. That wasn't the look of a gay man looking at a new girlfriend.
    No, that look was pure lust. Pure sex. That was the look of a man who was staring at a woman and really liking what he saw. Had I been completely wrong? Had I completely misread this meeting?
    And then he was gone before I could find out for sure. Before I could react to that smoldering stare. Damn.
    At least I had his number. I could figure out exactly what was going on later. Whether I was going to be shopping with him or maybe shopping for something sexy to show off for him. For now I needed to get to the concert. Track down Kayla. She was probably wondering where the hell I was.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    5: Into the Arena
     
    The concert was underway by the time I made it into the arena. The entrances led to a giant ring running around the arena proper. Once inside there were openings leading to stairs going down into the main concert area. Every time I passed one of those openings I could hear music blasting.
    Only it didn't sound like Twenty Promises. No, it sounded vaguely familiar, but definitely not anything I remembered from back in the day. Not that me not remembering any Twenty Promises songs actually meant anything.
    I looked down at my ticket and realized what the problem was. There was some band name I vaguely recognized opening for Twenty Promises. I quickly tapped their name into my phone and I recognized all one of their hits. Apparently there were fates worse than going on a reunion tour with a once top-of-the-charts band. You could be the opening band that barely even registered on the charts back in the day and only got to go on tour because someone in the aforementioned washed up once-popular band probably owed them a favor.
    Whatever. At least going to the diner meant I missed their opening show. Their music sounded like the kind of crap I wouldn't care for even back when I was thirteen and didn't have anything approaching discerning taste in music aside from disliking Twenty Promises.
    I made my way down into the arena. It was difficult to see in the darkness and I couldn’t hear myself think with the music blasting through the place. I frowned. Either they'd never heard of moderation, or years of touring various state fairs had destroyed their hearing.
    I finally found my seat and Kayla. She didn't look like she was particularly enjoying herself. For that matter it didn't seem like most of the people sitting around us were enjoying themselves.
    I smiled. At least she could get a feeling for what my experience was going to be when Twenty Promises hit the stage. Her face lit up when she saw me though, and I felt bad for thinking like that. I was supposed to be here showing solidarity for my friend, after all. Going into this with a sour attitude wasn't going to help anything.
    I was