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eventually. But I hated the part of me that was weak, that would turn my back on a person as amazing as Angie for an unknown groupie who'd move on to the next rock star as quickly as I'd move on to the next town. It was all so empty, but I'd had no way to know it until I'd lived it.
    The first few months without her, I'd lived it all right. A different girl every night, of my choosing, like picking out a bon bon from a box of chocolates. Logic might say that I'd look for gingers since I was missing Angie, but that had been the one line I wouldn't cross. I wasn't sure what messed up part of my head had decided that was the noble thing to do, but that had been my thinking.
    If I was going to move forward with Angie, I'd have to come clean about the other girls. But telling her I'd given into more than a few rock star clichés while we were apart was going to hurt her more, probably push her further away and convince her I hadn't changed at all.
    "I don't want to believe it was for the best, but I do think I needed some time to grow up." My hand twitched, wanting so badly to take hers. Erase the past. Start over. "I never had my act together like you do. I never knew myself the way you do. That's part of what I was hoping to talk to you about."
    Angie looked past me, nodding as my voice faded away. I turned, and there was Chris, hanging back, keeping a polite distance.
    "I can come back if you like," he called out, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
    "No." Angie got up out of her seat. "Graham and I were just finishing up."
    That was fifteen minutes? We were just getting started. If it were up to me, we would've sat up and talked for hours, and at that moment it was all I wanted, but I had to take things slowly. Well, as slowly as I could take them over the course of three days. Still, I needed to get one more thing out now. "I'm sorry, Ang. For everything. Truly sorry."
    Her expression sweetened, but her eyes were as sorrowful as when she'd talked about her dad. "Thanks. I appreciate that. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
    But I do worry about you . I'd hurt her so deeply. How could I not worry?
    Chris strolled over. "So, we have a radio interview tomorrow morning," he said to Angie. "Do you want to start with the photos then? Bright and early at seven when we leave for the station?"
    "Perfect. I'll just basically follow you and capture as much as I can."
    "Brilliant," I said. "Can't wait." The air became charged with awkward tension. "Uh, Chris. I need one more minute with Angie."
    Chris hesitated, looking to Angie for approval.
    She smiled at him. "It's fine. I'm fine."
    "Okay, then. I'll head back into the bar." He bent over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Night."
    "Actually, Chris, can you tell my friend Gigi that I'll see her tomorrow? I think I'm just going to go up to my room after this."
    "I'll get Terence to do it. Those two were getting right chummy."
    Angie smiled. "Perfect. Thank you."
    Chris strolled away and once again, we were alone.
    "Can I walk you up to your room?" I asked. "There are an awful lot of lecherous rock stars staying in this hotel. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't know you'd gotten home safe and sound."
    She pursed her lips and directed a look of suspicion at me. "Depends on your intentions. If we're talking an elevator ride and a walk down the hall and nothing else, that could be all right."
    I had to stifle my immense inner triumph. My heart was doing backflips at the chance to spend another five minutes with her. "Absolutely. Nothing more than that."
    We worked our way to the bank of elevators at the far side of the lobby. Richard Butler and a few of the other guys from the Psychedelic Furs were waiting, too.
    "How'd the set go, tonight?" I asked.
    Richard nodded as the elevator doors opened. He stepped aside and let Angie on first and I followed. "The crowd was brilliant," he said. "Sound was a bit dodgy at times, but otherwise, it was fantastic. You guys will have a smash-up