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the pain in his voice? Did you see how hot he looked?”
    The rapid fire of questions had me amped up and ready to shout, or cry. Or something.
    “No, I didn’t.” I lied again. Of course, I heard, saw, and felt all those things. I wasn’t deaf. I wasn’t stupid. I most certainly wasn’t blind. The man had grown out of his edgy, artsy style and straight into the tailored digs of a pop star. He was hot. Smoking as a matter of fact in all black: fitted jeans, snug V-neck shirt, and leather jacket. Sexy yet comfortable all the way down to his Adidas sneakers. And fuck me, that fedora sat perfectly on his head making my freaking toes curl. I could see tufts of his brown hair peeking out of the back and thoughts of my hands threading through his thick locks caused my breath to get caught in my throat. Genna raised her brows again. “Okay, fine. I did, but it doesn’t matter. Even if the song was about me, it’s over. It’s too late.” It’s not like he was knocking down my door trying to talk to me about the song or his feelings. He sang the damn thing at an open mic, not intending for me to hear it.
    “Yes, it does matter. Mads, he came back. He’s home again and he wrote you a song. One that will have every woman in the world shedding a tear, and every man running to the store to buy his woman flowers before it’s too late and he’s all alone forever.”
    “Like Evan?” I couldn’t help but question her. Evan had been far from lonely. The man had a different woman on his arm at every stop on his tour. A new city, a new girl. That seemed to be a motto he had lived by. Until recently, his face and flavor of the week had been plastered on the cover of every tabloid, celebrity news magazine on the rack. No matter how hard I tried to avoid Evan James, he was always right there staring back at me with his sexy grin and mesmerizing eyes. If it hadn’t been for the slew of half-naked women draped across him, I might have gone to him, found him and told him that I’d changed my mind.
    But the fact was simple. Evan James had moved on. I wasn’t a second thought to him. Out of sight, out of mind, I suppose you could have said. So, beautiful song about love lost and a life of regret or not, I wasn’t about to waste my time crying over Evan James again. Not this time.
    Genna threw up her hands, looking up to the ceiling as if in prayer. “Why must you be so difficult? You know you still love him and you know he still loves you. He wouldn’t have written that song if he didn’t. You know him better than me and you know that song meant something to him. You could hear it in his voice. The man is hurting and you’re the damn medicine he needs to heal.”
    Evan’s words were not lost on me. I knew exactly what they meant. Hearing them hurt me just the same. However, my friend had to be out of her damn mind if she thought I was going to run back into his arms and live our supposed happily ever after.
    “Gen, I swear, I love you but I could kick your ass right now. How can you make me out to be the bad guy? He left, Genna. He left. And now you think that just because he sang some sappy song, I’m supposed to just melt and tell him everything will be okay. That’s not going to happen.” Tears threatened to spill over my eyelids, but I tried like hell to hold them back. I opened my mouth to speak again, but the words got caught in my throat. “He left.”
    My friend shook her head. “Because you told him to, Maddy.”
    “What choice did I have?” There was no use fighting it, the tears started flowing. Again.
    “You could have gone with him. You should have gone with him. You aren’t me, Maddy. I got to see things from both sides. I got to see your heart break, but I also got to see his. I completely understand why you would be skeptical. I get it. He hurt you. But dammit, he was young and stupid at the time. I’m sure it didn’t take but a few days on the road for him to realize he was wrong and fucked it