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Page 109 of You Found Me

“Two thousand dollars.” She winked. “I could really,reallyuse the money.”

He whistled. “Damn. You got it. I’d love to see him lose that kind of cash. Especially to you.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t have to fake her relief.

“No problem.” Mason broke down the empty boxes. “Hey, I’m still working on the last verse and the bridge. Would you mind helping me out? I’d like a girl’s take on it, and there’s really nobody else I can ask. Sam is too young, and Mom…no. Just no.”

“Oh.” She blinked.

Would that be breaking the rules? Ward hadn’t said anything about writing a song or helping someoneelsesing.

She had a feeling that was a technicality and that he absolutely would not approve of Della going anywhere near music in any way.

But the real question was how could Lucy, Donovan Ward’s girlfriend, say no to helping his little brother fine-tune a song he wrote to impress his childhood sweetheart?

Lucy, she decided, would never say no to that.

“Sure. I’m happy to help. But, um, let’s make it our secret, okay? Bring your guitar to work tomorrow and we can practice it here during breaks. That work?”

“Yeah, that’s great. I didn’t want anybody hearing it until it was ready anyway. Especially Emily.”

Della thought back to the birthday party and a pretty girl with dark hair and enormous brown eyes. “Was she wearing a blue dress at your party?”

“Yeah.” Mason picked up some of the flattened boxes. “I should have introduced you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll meet her soon.” Della picked up the remaining empty boxes.

“Lucy?” Mason paused at the door. “Thanks for listening.”

“It was my pleasure. Believe me.” She followed him out of the storeroom to the back door to dump the boxes into the recycling bin. Then she headed back to the dining room to get ready for the rush.

Friday night at Sevens was loud and energetic and completely packed.

Ward avoided her, but she saw him laughing with Mason, which left her wondering if Mason had spilled the beans about her singing.

No. Her warden wouldn’t be laughing if he’d found out about that.

Brick came in for an early dinner, and Ward greeted his old friend like he’d been rescued from purgatory.

Maybe he really did hate being around her. Did he still think of her as nothing more than a brainless pop princess?

Her heart twisted. Probably.

She was glad it was so busy. It gave her an excuse to look at Ward’s table without being obvious.

“You seem distracted, honey. Something wrong?” Cherry asked.

Della turned her back on the corner booth. “Not really.”

“Mhmm.” Cherry put two beer mugs on a tray. “What’s he done?”

“Nothing.” That was the plain truth. Ward hadn’t done a thing to her. That was the problem. Not that she could tell Cherry that.

“Really.” Cherry eyed her. “It doesn’t sound like a nothing. It sounds like a something.”

She couldn’t help it. Words blurted out of her before she could stop them. “Why are men so confusing?”

Cherry waved a hand. “Honey, men are pretty simple once you get down to the core of ’em. They want to feel appreciated and respected, and they want sex. Not necessarily in that order.”




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