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“You wear those?” she asked, her lips trembling with humor.
“Absolutely,” he confirmed with a somber nod, returning the croc to its place.
Zara snickered and took the box, backing away from him. “You’re so fun,” she said around a laugh. “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
Asa took a breath and watched her go. “Impossible,” he murmured to himself.
It didn’t take much more than an hour to unload his things and get his room set up. They put all but one of his guitars in the piano room. He decided at the last minute to keep his favorite Martin in his bedroom.
It wasn’t like he had plans to use it. But he wanted it within reach.
Just in case.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
FEBRUARY STARS
ZARA
Zara’s gaze wandered around the lounge area of XY Records. The lounge that André had built for Nikki. It was gorgeous with its dark ceiling, exposed rafters, and gleaming copper ducts. Framed album covers that they’d produced hung on the wall, including the one they’d done together, along with vintage band posters and political art from the 80’s.
Their love had been one of her favorites to witness. Sabine and Sunshine too. Just a beautiful and honest acceptance of another soul. She wanted that someday.
If the small neighborhood that housed XY Records knew the number of celebrities working in their midst, they’d shit themselves. A collective shitting. Everyone at once.
But as it was, the people who worked there were able to do so quietly and under the radar. Making it one of the most incredible workspaces she’d ever experienced. The freedom of anonymity making it possible for the art to take shape in an authentic way.
She’d come down to the studio because she was hoping she’d be able to run into Asa and ask him…something. She hadn’t figured out the right question. Was he avoiding her? Had she pissed him off?
Asa had been living with her for almost two weeks and she had seen him exactly once.
And that had been just barely.
She’d come back from hanging out with Nikki and she caught sight of his back and shoulders disappearing behind his closed door.
She never heard him or saw any evidence that he lived there.
Sometimes food in the fridge would be missing but it was replaced by the next day. She still didn’t know if Asa had been doing that, or Cas and Devan.
Last night she’d crept down the stairs in her fluffiest socks and sat in the bend of the stairwell. Just listening.
But still, no noise came from beyond the closed door.
Maybe the insulation was just that good.
Or maybe he was a ninja.
She had finally given up and gone back to bed, deciding he was either sleeping or not home.
It felt like the kind of thing she should ask him about. But, as history had taught her, he didn’t answer her texts. It would have to be face to face. If only she saw him.
Hadn’t they had fun on moving day? Goofing around and joking with each other?
So what was the deal?
Or was she putting way too much on the small connection that they had shared?
Maybe it had only been significant to her. Maybe he connected like that with people all the time.
