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uniform. It was dreadful and plain but tight over her breasts, and with the black vest they made them wear to work here, it accentuated what little she did have. I gave her shirt another tug before she responded to me.
    “Alright! Go up the stairs and to your right is the VIP room. It’s open.” She yanked her arm away and stomped off back to her station, looking perfectly disturbed. I grinned. My work here was done. They watered down the drinks way too much here anyway. I put the phone to my ear but really couldn’t decipher anything but the pumping beat of music and voices echoing around me.
    “One sec, let me get to a quieter place. Can’t hear a fucking thing,” I said, hoping whomever it was calling would wait. If they didn’t, oh well, right? I didn’t really care either way. I needed a breather, so finding the VIP room was ideal for me. Couldn’t wait to get out of the suffocating and nauseating thrum of people who kept knocking into me and stepping on my toes.
    I was ready to punch someone who grabbed me from behind, but was able to shake them off into the crowd before I got a good look at them. A guy for sure. Only men tended to grab women that way, not that I never had a woman try to hang on at any of the concerts we had and at the meet and greets. It’s just something I had experience in but never wished to repeat. I could beat them with the best of them.
    Finally hopping up the stairs and down the hall where the bathrooms were, I made it to a room with a subtle ‘VIP ROOM’ sign off to one side of the door. Peering around, I had to make sure no one followed me before I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was dim, but the flashing lights of the dancefloor below kept the room in a constant glow. I clicked the door shut behind me and put the phone to my ear. The softer thump of bass from the club music vibrated the room through the walls and floor, making its way up my legs. I continued to sway to the music as I listened hard for my caller.
    “Hello?” I pressed the phone harder to my ear, hoping I hadn’t lost the caller in the madness of the club.
    “Liv…It’s Emilio.”
    I almost dropped the phone, but caught it before it had a chance to slide down my chest. Emilio? How did he even know where I was?
    “Hi! Oh…wow! How’d you find me? I didn’t tell anyone where I was tonight.” I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing at my own stupidity. I should tell people where I’d be; less of a chance to end up in an alley dead and unidentified. Plus, it would probably make it easier to find me if Emilio wanted to get hold of me. I usually left my cell phone in the tour bus.
    “It wasn’t easy, but I have my ways, love.”
    “Where are you?” I pressed my hand against the glass of the room’s walls overlooking the club. The crowd looked like a glob of people canned together like sardines, and the endless momentum of their bodies was dizzying from this high up. All of it, the music, lights, and the constant buzzing of alcohol in my head made me not take notice of the door clicking closed behind me.
    “Look behind you.”
    I jumped around, eyes widening as I studied the figure standing in the middle of the room. His dark hair appeared longer than before, slightly curling under his ears and over his neck in ways I wanted to reach out to touch the strands. His eyes were dark in the dim glow of the room, but I’d recognize them anywhere.
    “Emilio...” I dropped the phone and ran toward him, crashing into his body with a fury. I wanted to melt into him, become one and never be parted. Here he was after months of silence, no calls, no messages, emails or letters. Nothing. He’d disappeared, became a ghost of sorts. How could he have done that to me? How could he just leave and never try to reach out to me again?
    I stepped back and slapped him.
    “What was that for?” He rubbed his cheek, giving a pained expression.
    “You disappeared.”
    I had a feeling I’d underestimated Jonas’