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would crush her. But he’d risked far worse for her and if that was
what he felt he needed to do, so be it.
    She drew in a deep breath and opened the stall door to the
now-empty restroom. The bar had been pretty slow since she’d arrived right
after the concert. She’d managed to score some last-minute scalped tickets to
see the show, but they’d been crummy seats. Not that she minded. It gave her
two blissful hours to watch Tai do what he loved. Watch his eyes close as he
lost himself in the music. See his beaming smile as he interacted with his
band-mates, toes tapping, hips twitching to the beat. It was as if all his
cares melted away.
    Those two hours could’ve carried her through until
tomorrow’s concert, where she’d managed to get floor seats and hopefully have
the chance to talk to him again. But fate, that fickle wench, had stepped in
for the home team this time and she wasn’t going to have to wait after all. Tai
and the rest of the band were coming to Moody’s. If she played her cards right,
she might be able to try to talk to him tonight.
    She’d planned to give herself a week. One week of going to
shows, just letting him know she was there. That it wasn’t a whim and she
wasn’t giving up so easily. This time. If he still wouldn’t talk to her, then
she’d leave knowing she’d done everything she could. Because if there was one
thing she couldn’t abide anymore it was living with regret.
    She took a quick look in the mirror, wincing at the pale
face and haunted eyes that stared back at her. That wouldn’t do at all. She
pulled out her makeup bag and swiped a fat blush brush over the apples of her
cheeks. After a quick check to make sure she didn’t have any lettuce in her
teeth, she slicked peach gloss over her lips. With a fluff of her hair, and
smoothing hand over her sweater, she headed to the door. She stepped into the
main bar area and scanned the stools and tables. No Tai yet, or any of the band
members, for that matter.
    A flash of white-blonde hair caught her eye. What had her
friend called her? Anya, that was it. She’d overheard them chattering in the
parking lot after the show about meeting the band here.
    Christa watched as the other woman adjusted her cleavage
while ordering a drink and her heart sank a little. Was that the type of woman
Tai was attracted to now? She sent a pitying glance to her own modest cleavage.
Decidedly lacking. A surge of envy pulsed through her before she was able to
stop it. Big boobs weren’t the be-all end-all, right? Too bad she also had on a
super sexy mini-dress that showed off a mile of leg and a spectacular bottom to
go along with it.
    Christa turned away with a groan. What had she been
thinking, wearing jeans and a sweater? She’d been going for soft and
approachable and instead ended up looking as if she should be in the carpool
line at an elementary school.
    She smoothed her sweater again and made her way to the
opposite side of the bar. Maybe she couldn’t change her clothes but there was
no point in setting up a side-by-side comparison shot either. It was a race she
just didn’t have enough horse to win. Hopefully her history with Tai would give
her some leverage to at least get his attention for a few minutes so she could
say what she needed to say.
    “Help you?” The slim, bald bartender approached. Beads of
sweat clung to his forehead, and he gave her a rushed smile.
    There were only thirty or forty people in the place, but he
seemed to be on his own. “Just a glass of Merlot, thanks.”
    As he strode off to get her drink, she kept her eyes locked
on the door. Not thirty seconds later, almost as if she’d conjured him, Tai
stepped into the frame. The breath whooshed out of her as she took in the
sight. He’d changed from his stage clothes into a white button-down shirt left
untucked, which still managed to cling lovingly to his lean muscles, paired
with faded, much-loved jeans. His black hair was damp from the shower and a
bolt of