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years old and finally closing in on a dream none of them thought would happen. “But you gotta admit it’s pretty damned cool.”
    “Dude, no doubt.”
    “Jammin’ at Big Red brings back old times.” Rather than have strangers assembled for his road band, Jeff knew he wanted South Street Riot with him if he could get his friends on board. Colin was already doing some sessions work over at My Way Records. Most people didn’t realize that road bands weren’t always the same musicians who recorded in the studio. In this case Jeff had lobbied for South Street Riot to do both. “There’s nobody I’d rather go on the road with.”
    Snake chuckled. “You sure about that? Remember that trip to Panama City Beach after graduation?”
    “Um . . . some of it,” Jeff answered with a laugh. “We’ve matured, though, Snake.”
    “Speak for yourself.”
    Jeff laughed harder. “Yeah, well, I don’t think you’ll ever grow the hell up.”
    “Part of my charm,” Snake answered. In truth, Jeff had been envious when Snake took off for parts unknown. Guilt had kept Jeff working on the struggling Greenfield farm before finally heading to Nashville, much to the sorrow of his parents and especially his older brother, Reid, who thought he was being irresponsible. All of them were convinced he was chasing a pie-in-the-sky impossible dream.
    When Jeff found some success and then signed as a solo artist with My Way Records, he convinced South Street Riot to join him as his backing band in the quest for stardom. Although Jeff recorded his first single with hired session musicians at My Way Records, his friendsreally were the guys he wanted with him both on tour and in the studio.
    “So everybody’s down with jammin’ tomorrow?”
    “Colin’s got a singing gig at Wine and Diner for the happy hour crowd but he said he can make it by eight o’clock.”
    “Cool, well, I was just checkin’ in. Anything else goin’ on?”
    Jeff glanced up at Cat’s cabin. “Can you keep something under your hat?” While Jeff knew that Cat’s presence in Cricket Creek wouldn’t stay under wraps for long, he wanted to respect her wish to remain on the down low. But he knew he could trust Snake.
    “Yeah,” Snake replied. When Jeff hesitated, Snake urged him on. “Damn, do you need a drumroll? I can provide one but only on my legs at the moment.”
    “Cat Carson just moved into the cabin on the ridge.”
    “Seriously?” he asked with a low whistle.
    “I kid you not.”
    “Aren’t you the lucky one.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Have you seen Cat in the music video for ‘Sail-Away Summer’?” Snake asked.
    “No,” Jeff answered in what he hoped was a bored voice. But he just might have to look the video up.
    “Well, Cat is smokin’ hot in it. She’s in a bikini on this sailboat . . . Dude, she has a bangin’ body. Forever legs and a real nice—”
    “That’s enough, Snake. I get it.”
    “Whoa, now. That sounded pretty damned protective. You got a thing for her?”
    “No!” Jeff scoffed, but then glanced up at Cat’s cabin again. “First of all, I don’t even know her. And secondly, she’s not my type.”
    “Type?” Snake gave Jeff a short laugh. “I never did get that whole type thing.”
    “Not everybody loves all women like you, my friend.”
    “Why limit yourself to a certain . . . type? To me that’s kinda like sayin’ you like candy but only peanut butter cups. Sorry, but I just don’t get it.”
    “We all have preferences,” Jeff insisted.
    “Really? Then what’s yours?”
    Jeff was momentarily startled when a vision of Cat slid into his brain. “I don’t know,” he sputtered. “How’d we get on this sorry-ass subject anyway?”
    “Um, I think we were talking about your hot new neighbor. The one you have no interest in. You didn’t say what it was like meeting her.”
    “I think I kind of insulted her.”
    “What? But you’re always the picture of perfect politeness. I didn’t