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And that's the part I keep to myself.

Chapter 26

Amanda

The theater smells like home.

Fresh paint.

Dust.

Old wood.

Coffee.

And nerves.

Lots and lots of nerves.

I stand in front of the mirror in my dressing room, adjusting the simple rehearsal skirt Brielle picked out for me and trying very hard not to throw up.

Because we're back.

After everything.

After the accident.

After the repairs.

After the investigation.

We're finally back.

And somehow that makes this feel even bigger than opening night.

“Rusty?”

I look up.

Less is leaning against the doorway.

God, he’s so damn hot.

Arms crossed.

Dark pants.

Dark shirt.

Dark eyes fixed entirely on me.

Good Lord.

Even his tattoos seem especially vibrant today.

I swear the man was created in some secret laboratory for the sole purpose of distracting women.

“How do I look?” I ask nervously.