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The reason for the trip was so Nathan could actually meet the artist he would be recording with, as well as the other band members, sitting for a few songs and getting to know each other's sounds. Seeing if they meshed, as it were. Cass didn't have any pressing business to take care of, but if Nathan didn't want her hovering, she at least had things she could do.

With her lightly packed suitcase already in the trunk of the Chevelle and her mind completely free of alcohol for the first time in a couple weeks, Cass made her way over to the guest house, rapping on the door and calling out to Nathan to see if he was ready. The mid-morning sun was shining brightly, so when Cass stepped back from the door, she had to shade her eyes; one of which was still mottled with an ugly assortment of colors, the bruising noticeable even under a heavy layer of makeup. "Hey. You ready to hit the road?"

“Well Mr. Nathan, I have several regrets but my biggest one might be hurting my girlfriend in high school by not being honest with her.”

Putting his drink back on the table, Alex raised his eyebrows at Nathan. “Holding me back? When the hell did you get so philosophical?” What did Nathan mean? The only thing Alex could think of was Cassidy - not telling her the extent of his feelings for her. He felt his reasons were perfectly reasonable. Their relationship was new and fragile, and she would have every right to ask him to take a step back if he told her he thought he was in love with her. They had only known each other for a couple of months. He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess that I don’t want to hurt the people I love? You got me a little speechless.”

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Georgie was looking forward to meeting up with a guy she’d been chatting to online for a few long weeks. They’d chatted a lot about their lives and how they’d gotten to where they were, but she still hadn’t told him what she did for a living. The ‘pornstar’ thing wasn’t really something you could mention before meeting someone because their expectations about how first date would end was a little too intense most of the time. So she’d told this particular man she was a receptionist and he still seemed rather keen to meet up with her. She’d showered and dressed nicely, doing her hair and make up softly so she didn’t look too done up before ordering herself an Uber.