"You've been my muse the last few years, Eva.
Because of you, I've written the best material the band's ever had."
"That's very flattering," I began.
"We sizzled together.
Still do.
I know you feel it.
The way you kissed me the other night ."
"That was a mistake."
My hands clenched beneath the table.
I couldn't deal with more drama.
I couldn't go through another night like Friday.
"And you need to think about the fact that Gideon controls your label.
You don't want any friction there."
"Fuck it.
What's he going to do?" His fingertips drummed onto the table.
"I want another shot with you."
I shook my head and reached for my purse.
"That's impossible.
Even if I didn't have a boyfriend, I'm not the right girl for your lifestyle, Brett.
I'm too high-maintenance."
"I remember," he said roughly.
"God, do I remember."
I flushed.
"That's not what I meant."
"And that's not all I want.
I can be here for you.
Look at me now - the band's on the road, but you and I are together.
I can make time.
I want to."
"It's not that easy."