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"Aren't you even going to buy me dinner first?" I tease.

"If you looked like Noah there, honey, I'd buy you anything you want. But a hairy kitty isn't going to getanyman excited. Now, let's go. Chop chop."

Chapter Fifteen

Rome

Another Friday night meet and greet is in full swing tonight on the Denver stop of the festival tour. It's been a mellow evening, so I've just been hanging out in the green room, keeping Lindsay company.

"Have you called her?" she asks.

I shake my head. "It's been a busy week. And I don't want to disturb her mediation or whatever she's doing."

Lindsay laughs. “Meditation, Daniel.” She closes her eyes and hums, “Ohm.”

“That’s what I said—”

Commotion erupts outside, drawing our focus to the doors of the tent.

"Miss! Miss!” A brief pause. "Miss, stop! You cannot go in there without a ticket."

"Watch me!" a young woman yells back.

"We need security back-up here at tent eight.” The sound echoes through the walkie-talkies of the several security guards in the tent. “Repeat, security back-up needed in tent eight."

"Stay here," I instruct Lindsay. "I'm going to go see if anyone needs help."

I make my way outside in time to watch the young woman dodge security guards like a professional running back, side-stepping her way through them until she plants herself in front of Derrick Hall.

"That was impressive, young lady. You must really be a fan." Derrick waves security and me back.

"No. Country sucks, but my mom fricken’lovesyou. I don't get it. But I miss her and want to make her happy." Her words are slurred and drawn out. This poor girl has clearly had too much to drink.

"Madison!" A young man storms toward her. "Let's go. Security is threatening to kick us out if you don't come with me right now." He seems genuinely disgusted with his companion's behavior. He approaches her at the signing table, standing protectively close.

"No. Not until Derrick signs something for Mom."

"Did you bring something for me to sign?" Derrick asks.

"Shit. I knew I had forgotten something.” She looks around, then her eyes widen with an idea. “Here, sign my tits!" she proudly exclaims, pulling down her shirt. "To And-"

"Over my dead body, Madison Raffield" The young man, who I'm assuming is her brother with the uncanny resemblance, jumps between her and Derrick, knocking the pen from his hand.

I quickly throw myself in the mix, protecting Derrick from whoever these people are.

Caught in the middle of the scuffle, the young woman looks up at me, and my heart stops. She has the very eyes that have been invading my dreams for the past seven nights.

What the hell? I blink repeatedly. I must be mistaken.

But, no, her eyes are identical to Andrea's.

I look back and forth between the two kids. “Did you just say Raffield?”

Security grabs them both, pulling them away from me. "The police are on their way to come and get these troublemakers."

"Why?" I ask.

"Underage drinking and causing a disturbance," the security guard states, trying to sound much tougher than he is.