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it’s a hit.
Sing it for me.”
    Sioux lowered her head to study the lyrics
though she knew them by heart. “Of course it’s a hit. Everybody
loves gossip.”
    “Not just for sensationalism. For the
honesty. The vulnerability. Your songs are real. People respond to
that.”
    Sioux didn’t know what to say, so she began
to sing. “ Spotlight, moonlight shining all through the night.
New city, new town. Don't ever let them down. Pills and horse and a
bump of snow, of course. You can never be blue when you’re a girl
named Sioux, ” she sang her voice lower and raspier than usual,
the after-effects of the previous conversation. She paused at the
bridge. “I’m not sure what I want here. It’s an odd key and I’ve
struggled with the change.”
    He picked up his own guitar from the floor
beside him, and toyed with it for a moment then he looked over her
songbook and began to sort out notes. He picked up the chorus with
a syncopated rhythm. “ A girl named Sioux can never be blue. So
what you gonna do, when you’re a girl named Sioux ,” he sang in
his sweet tenor. Sioux joined him, changing key to harmonize. They
continued to the end of the song, and she immediately picked up her
pen to jot down some notes.
    “Don’t know why I didn’t think to ask you
before. That’s perfect.”
    “Glad to be of help,” he said. Sioux
realized he’d moved closer when he began to play and now they were
less than a foot apart. He was staring at her mouth with a
quizzical expression on his face. Then to her amazement he leaned
forward and pressed his mouth to hers in a gentle salute. The feel
of his lips against hers was indescribably delicious. They were
velvety soft, but firm and manly and her response was immediate.
She inhaled a lungful of his masculine scent; earthy and woodsy, it
reminded her of her mother’s greenhouse. She exhaled on a sigh,
loving the tenderness of the kiss even as she moved closer to
deepen it. Before she could do so, however, he pulled away.
    “Don’t know why I did that,” he said, his
voice deep and husky. He cleared his throat as he turned to his
side to place his guitar into the open case. “Wonder where Rocky
is., She’s ridiculously late.”
    Sioux gave him a long look before
responding. What the hell? They were going to pretend like nothing
happened? Okay, if he wanted to play she’d go along.
    “I’m sure it’s traffic. I don’t know where
she lives, but you know how awful it can be getting out to Santa
Monica,” she said.
    “Rocky lives in Malibu, not far from Jon. I
live in Venice. I bought Bryan’s old house when they moved out to
Malibu, too. You’ll have to visit sometime. My house isn’t as large
as this one, but I like it a lot. I’ve got a sweet stereo set-up,
but not much else. I just moved in last year.”
    So they were going to do “House Beautiful”
now? “Last year? Where did you live before that?”
    “With my mom. And when it got to be too much
of a pain to schlepp down from Santa Barbara, I got a hotel
room.”
    “A hotel room?”
    “Yeah. I mean, why not? Built-in maid and
room service. It was totally convenient. B.T. finally made me buy
the house because he said I was wasting my money, giving it all to
the government.”
    Oh to hell with this. At this rate they’d be
talking about mutual funds and tax shelters next. She was tempted
to go on just to see how far he was prepared to go to avoid the
subject, but impatience was her besetting sin. “What do you mean
you don’t know why you did that?” she asked, almost immediately
annoyed by his prevarication.
    He hesitated as though it took him a moment
to catch up to the shift in conversation. She didn’t believe that
for a moment. “Just what I said. It’s a very bad idea.”
    Well that certainly cleared things up.
“Why?”
    “Because we’re about to go on the road
together,” he said, the tightness of his voice betraying his
irritation at the subject matter.
    Well she was pretty damned